After the move, writing never quite made it back to the forefront. Sure, there was tinkering and a bit of progress was made. I dabbled through the first 150 pages or so. A few little changes were made.
But now the time has come. The scheduling gods have smiled upon me, and I have only a 4:30-7:30 shift today, tomorrow off and then another 4:30 to 7:30. Can you guess what I’ll be doing with that free time?
The amusing thing is that my new roomies haven’t seen me in Writing Mode yet, let alone Editing Mode. I posted a disclaimer on our dry erase board on the fridge that reads:
Leah will be in EDIT MODE until Friday morning.
Not responsible for: Coffee consumption, cigarette consumption, Ranting and/or crying, Proclaiming myself the best writer ever born, Proclaiming myself the WORST writer ever born, Swearing, General bitchiness and Human Sacrifice (Roomies are immune).
I think that about covers it. Poor Heather has it the worst. She was like, "I’ve seen the writing effect. I’d call you and you’d rant about people I had no idea about for an hour and then go "OH! Ihavetogothxforthebreak" and hang up." As former Roomie said laughing, "That poor girl has no idea. Batten down the fucking hatches!"
So there may be updates over the next few days, there may not. I’ll let you know who survives and in what condition…