playing hooky

Yep, that's me. Well, not really, since I don't have a fab dress like that nor will I be relaxing but I am skipping work today as well as blogging in favor of trying to finish these last two chapters. Now I know that 'finishing' does not mean I'm finished. There's editing. And revisions. And more editing, and, of course, more revisions. But you know something? I'm actually looking forward to it.

Write well.

Zip

That's what I got. Absolutely nothing. Unless you head over to Unicorn Bell where I've posted a little Christmas Story I wrote a few years ago. I will have something for tomorrow and of course, if you aren't too busy, stop by on Sunday and see the poor little tree I have this year.

And thank god it's Friday, eh?

peak foliage

yeah, pretty spectacular, eh? Taken by the son while we walked. 

Meanwhile I played hooky yesterday and cleaned a ton, found some old stuff from my twenties that made me like my teen self WAY better (let's just say I'd be mortified if anyone read what I tore to shreds), gave a bunch of books away, worked a bit on both my projects, and made the rounds. Tonight on my way home I was listening to Terry Gross interviewing Jeffrey Eugenides, who wrote The Virgin Suicides. And it got me thinking about what I write and where I'm going with it.

Do you ever do that? Do you ever really think about what you're writing and why you're writing and what your goal is? 

today I am working :(

but afterward I'm heading to my brother's to play Fallout 3

what are you doing this weekend?