My MRI is done. I worried a bit as I’m claustrophobic, but it went fine and they got some good shots. I’m pretty sure they will find nothing useful, but at least my doctor will be happy. I swear my ankle bugs him more than me
The book–ugh! I’m going to love it, but right now, it’s a struggle to get to know these characters. I’ve deleted everything I’ve written. Every. Single. Word. Wizard came home last night and made the mistake of asking me, “How was your day?”
“Same. I can’t get this blasted book going.”
He made a beeline for the kitchen and I hear the sound of glasses clinking on the granite counters as he answered me, “You’ll do it, you always do it.”
“But HOW do I do it? What if I’ve forgotten how to write?”
Wizard hands me a glass of wine and heads upstairs to change. But I can still hear him say, “You haven’t forgotten how to be a drama queen, that’s for sure.”
Funny, real funny.
So here’s our hunk wisdom of the day:
Agree or disagree?