There is no real ending. It’s just the place where to stop the story — Frank Herbert
In five days, I will be free to give my undivided attention to writing/finishing my novel. To play with my characters. To play with my boys. To create the place where to stop the story. And I know where I want it to stop.
Granted, I did steal a couple of weekends during the past month to have some pure unadulterated creative bliss with my boys. But once you start playing and getting your hands, feet (and everything else in between) dirty, you never want it to end.
And maybe these posts might actually get longer again. I still have something tinkering around in my head about holy trinities that I like to prattle on about eventually. When I talk holy trinities, I’m not talking about the religious kind. I’m talking about the creative kind. I’ll save that one for later when my brain isn’t in a million different places at once.
I’m also hoping that the goddamn stupid cold I picked up from god knows who will be gone by the end of this week. So far, it looks promising. Need my brain firing on all synapses to finish the novel. Whenever that happens.
And once the cold is gone, I can go back to my CrossFit workouts. Usually, I could power through a workout. You know, sweat it out at a slower pace or as much as my body is willing to tolerate. Well, this time I had to cut back a bit just because this hasn’t been the typical cold I’ve been accustomed to. Must be a badass virus. Or just an oddball virus. For me, that is. It wasn’t bad enough for me to call in sick but I had my moments. But, isn’t that what Tylenol is for? I’m not getting paid to say that brand, by the way. I have my reasons for not using ASA.
Let’s see what else is going on… oh yeah, movie night with a girlfriend tonight. She’s coming over with dessert. Or chocolate. And I’m making dinner. But of course, I keep forgetting to include some form of greens/vegetables into the meal. Does tomato sauce count? I think tomatoes are actually considered a fruit, so maybe not. I’ll figure something out.
Anyway, it’s an opportunity to unplug and be present with a friend. And stare starry-eyed at some beautiful men, too.