The other night Wizard says, “You’re almost done with this book, right?”
“But you’ve been working on it since–”
I held up a hand. “I know how long, thank you. I’m making progress but I screwed up, okay? I didn’t take the time to outline properly and I’ve chased my own tail from here to Alaska and back. Along the way I took like six side trips and got lost seven times. By the way, that Mustang I was going to buy you? I lost it on one of my side trips, I think if Vegas. So don’t ask me if I’m almost done, what chapter I’m on or have many pages I’ve written. Anything else?”
Wizard thought about that. “Can I have a brownie?”
Stumped, I said, “Since when do you ask if you can have a brownies?”
He tilted his head. “Since you became the Mayor of Crazy Town.”
I nodded. “Fair enough, but as Mayor of Crazy Town, I expect you to bring me a brownie too.”
He actually did bring me a brownie. But I think he hid all the knives.
And I *am* making progress. Really! I sort of know what I’m doing now AND I didn’t really lose Wizard’s Mustang because I never actually bought him a Mustang. (The Mustang is on ongoing joke between us.)
So this weekend I’m working on Saturday, then Sunday we’re going to CPA Boy’s to celebrate his birthday. I’m bringing the food, so I should get on that
What are you doing this weekend?