Well, I think I finally have the pitch down for my manuscript. Five days to go and counting until I meet the agent. It’s sort of like final exams. The course is over and you’re just looking forward to beginning the next one right after finals. At least, that’s the way I used to do it; go from one semester right into the next. It has prepared me to be able to
do what I do now, by finishing one book, and going right into the next.
I’ve been determined to avoid the germs floating about the hotel. I’m not taking any chances on being sick for the James River Writers Conference this Friday and Saturday. Last night I wasn’t expecting it to be as cold and windy as it was, so I wasn’t dressed properly when I went out. I froze. By the time I came home all I wanted to do was get into bed under the covers. I asked the front desk to turn the heat on in my room, and I was out like a light by 9:30. Usually, this would not be a good sign, but apparently I needed the sleep because when I got up this morning, I didn’t have a cold. What I did have was a
vague memory of a screaming argument two people had outside my door at 2:10 a.m. Some woman was yelling over and over that she’d had to walk home. Then she started sobbing. I remember wondering if someone was trying to sober her up by making her walk. Apparently, she didn’t walk far enough. I wish she’d kept on walking; right past this hotel.
Friday night fourteen teenagers celebrated one of their friends birthdays here at the hotel. I was pleasantly surprised how quiet and polite they were. The girl’s parents chaperoned and no one got out of line or wound up in the fountain. I complimented the parents and the kids on their behavior. Maybe we can get these two parents to chaperone some of the soccer teams we have here. Or, maybe get their kids to chaperone the soccer parents.
The newly felted pool table looked great for the first few hours of its pristine existence. Then, white spots began sprouting all over the top. I’m guessing it’s not milk this time, but the tip of the cue sticks leaving chalk marks. Little kids aren’t supposed to be playing on it, but you know how that goes.
I swear those are snow clouds outside my window. First Christmas decorations in September, now it’s cold and dreary. Did I miss a month somewhere? I haven’t seen the geese that live here lately, either. What was Peeping Tom’s girlfriend’s name again? Oh yeah, Lucy Goosey. I wonder whatever happened to her after she and Tom parted company. Gosh that was way before the hurricane. Oh, well. I hope Lucy fared out better than poor Tom did.
do what I do now, by finishing one book, and going right into the next.
I’ve been determined to avoid the germs floating about the hotel. I’m not taking any chances on being sick for the James River Writers Conference this Friday and Saturday. Last night I wasn’t expecting it to be as cold and windy as it was, so I wasn’t dressed properly when I went out. I froze. By the time I came home all I wanted to do was get into bed under the covers. I asked the front desk to turn the heat on in my room, and I was out like a light by 9:30. Usually, this would not be a good sign, but apparently I needed the sleep because when I got up this morning, I didn’t have a cold. What I did have was a
vague memory of a screaming argument two people had outside my door at 2:10 a.m. Some woman was yelling over and over that she’d had to walk home. Then she started sobbing. I remember wondering if someone was trying to sober her up by making her walk. Apparently, she didn’t walk far enough. I wish she’d kept on walking; right past this hotel.
Friday night fourteen teenagers celebrated one of their friends birthdays here at the hotel. I was pleasantly surprised how quiet and polite they were. The girl’s parents chaperoned and no one got out of line or wound up in the fountain. I complimented the parents and the kids on their behavior. Maybe we can get these two parents to chaperone some of the soccer teams we have here. Or, maybe get their kids to chaperone the soccer parents.
The newly felted pool table looked great for the first few hours of its pristine existence. Then, white spots began sprouting all over the top. I’m guessing it’s not milk this time, but the tip of the cue sticks leaving chalk marks. Little kids aren’t supposed to be playing on it, but you know how that goes.
I swear those are snow clouds outside my window. First Christmas decorations in September, now it’s cold and dreary. Did I miss a month somewhere? I haven’t seen the geese that live here lately, either. What was Peeping Tom’s girlfriend’s name again? Oh yeah, Lucy Goosey. I wonder whatever happened to her after she and Tom parted company. Gosh that was way before the hurricane. Oh, well. I hope Lucy fared out better than poor Tom did.