It’s been awhile.  I was just thinking, “Now would be a great time to enjoy a glass of Chardonnay and pen a blog post.”

So, here I am.  So here am I.

I’m actually making great progress toward this “real writer” thing.  Since I last wrote, I have commissioned business cards, had a decent bite on a story I pitched to a magazine (I’ll tell you later when it’s a “for sure” thing) wrote most of the content for BF’s website, and made major headway on my manuscript.

I’m still moving chapters, cutting, adding, and sweating over the book.  I need 60,000 words and I’m at 47,399.   I sit down, write all damned day and cut so much that I end up netting 427 words.  Oddly enough, I love it!  It’s play.  Not work.  Time evaporates.

Yesterday, I lived the life of a real writer and at the end of the day, I was pumped!  I sat down at my computer at 9:00 A.M. with a cup of coffee and didn’t look up until 11:00, way past time for second breakfast and I was hungry!  Back to the keys until 1:30.  This is huge as I never, ever sit still or focus upon one task for that long.  Never!  This is how I know I’m doing what I’m meant to do.  I get lost in it.

I spent the afternoon on the phone with the web designer for BF’s website: “Too green.  Not green enough.  Map larger.  Too large.  Font boring.  Better.  Can we move this to here? That to there?” He is magic!

Life is good and progress is being made.  I hire my angels and trust that they control the time frame and the pathway.  Leaves me free to sit here, get lost, and create.  Loving it!