This is getting to be embarrassing. Besides my being occupied one hundred per cent of the time, putting the final touches on my manuscript, there is nothing going on here to write about. Once the end of vacations arrived, all we have left are the usual boring business people. I refuse to comment on the pre-election clap trap and y’all already know about the unemployment rate. Besides, I’d rather focus on something positive and/or funny. 
                 
My manuscript is in its final draft stage and I’m really excited about it. I’ve put it out to ten readers so far, and everyone says they can’t put it down. I already knew that because I spilled something real sticky on their copies just to keep them reading. This book is fast paced and full of intrigue. It’s got all the required elements one would expect in a great read: sex, violence, greed, love, mystery, and power. I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s
not about politicians. You’ll just have to see when it gets published. 
                 
Tomorrow is fodder for something. There’s going to be a half way to St. Patrick’s Day party in Glen Allen. I may, or may not go. So, you may, or may not hear about it. 
                 
Great news! Squid is going to be a daddy. I can’t wait to find out what the baby squid will be. I wonder if they’ll name it calamari.
                 
Can you believe the weather? Yesterday it was hot as blazes and humid. Then the temperatures plummeted into the 50’s last night. My hands are so cold as I type it’s a wonder they can move. It was weird seeing everyone in jackets today and it’s only mid-September. 
                 
Well, I’ve got to get out of this room before I lose it. There’s a man talking baby talk to his little yippy dog in the loud speaker room next to me. The little yippy dog is barking its little yippy head off, and he’s encouraging it. Don’t make me have to yell, QUIET!!  





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