Alrighty whippersnapper. (That’s me talking to me.) Time to get that rear in gear.
So … who never managed to do a ROW80 close-out post? Who? That’s right; me. I don’t even think I’ll add it to the linky tool, because I doubt anyone goes back to it. However, I also don’t want to start getting emails from my writer friends asking if I’m okay. I am fine. I’m just not sure how to close out this particular round … Where am I again?
Here we go: I had a singular goal for Round 2 of ROW80, and that was revising my novel Queen Witch. I made great progress … but I’m still not done. I have three scenes left to write, and the final third of the novel to edit on this round of revisions. I’m a tad disappointed in that, but I also need a break. And that’s what I’m doing now. I’m on a nice little break. 🙂
What have I been up to? it’s obviously not writing, reading, blogging. Not folding laundry or cleaning or cooking (although I think I’ll whip up some bbq pork and cookies later … maybe I’ll get back to this, but I’m home alone tonight with my youngest — the first time we’ve ever been totally alone overnight. She’s napping now, so I’m typing fast since I’ve been meaning to do this post since Wednesday. lol. Aren’t long parenthetical statements terrible?).
My friend’s wedding is in two weeks! Eek! We’ve been going nuts with parties. I have many, many stories and can not type fast enough. I’m skipping updating you on the bridal shower, ’cause that was pretty tame.
Last Saturday night was the bachelorette party. My husband gave me very helpful tips on packing for Who Knows What. (Like I never did all-nighters before I had kids? Sheesh.) I packed a lot. And that was good. We started out at one of the bridesmaid’s houses — a very cute 1940s, very Southeast Portland place. She throws a mean party, and her husband is one hell of a bartender. Fun was had, including many snacks in penis shapes, and t-shirts made by another bridesmaid. Mine was purple. Rock on! And on the back it read “Maid of Dishonor.” I. Loved. It. We went out in downtown Portland, to Kells, which is a great bar, and then to a tiny dive called Tube. That is where I left my credit card (bad news, not so smart, comes with it’s own stories but this post is too long). The bridesmaid who hosted was ready for bed, but several of us partied on, and ended up crashing at the bride’s house. Her hubby-to-be made us a bed in the living room, which we could see him doing from the pizza joint across the street, even though it was after two a.m. Because that friend, too, lives in a very cool, very Southeast Portland location. When I woke up in the morning, the terror began. I’d meant to sleep at the other house so I’d have my car. I stewed for a bit. No one else was up. I texted my hubby. I slept a little longer. I woke up and stewed some more … and then eureka! The light-bulb went on. I was only 0.9 miles from my car. So I hoofed it there and made it home. End of story.
And that’s all I have time for because the kiddo is waking up. Hope everyone has a happy Saturday! I’m going to do the Mom thing. 🙂