Since I wrote last Saturday about how the creative muse drops off the face of my brain by 2pm (hah! I don’t even know how many mixed metaphors I got in there), I find it necessary to explain that there is a significant exception to that rule, and that is that on Wednesday evenings when I tag along with Matt to the church building while he helps run youth group, when I can hole myself up in the youth min office, I’ve had some of the more productive writing sessions of my writing career.
Given, most of the time I don’t write earlier in the day on Wednesdays, for one reason or another, but it is exceedingly odd.
Also, the car alarm has taken up its old hobby of going off for no discernible reason. Excitement, excitement. Actually, so far it’s been related to the almost dying in Kansas incident a year ago, but we thought we’d taken care of the last bit of problem back in June. *sigh*
In other big news, our house is for sale.
No, we don’t own a house.
But we take lots of walks through nearby neighborhoods, and we have a few favorites, and the one we always walk past and say “yeah, if that one actually had a yard, we’d really really like it” is officially for sale. And since we’re curious little buggers, we took a flyer from their box and it turns out there is actually a decent back yard. Better than we thought there was, anyway, and all enclosed, which is nice in its own way. Of course, we promptly looked it up on ReMax (I think this link should take you there) and found out that we have incredible taste. It’s a bargain at only $910,000! Hahaha. Ah, but it’s fun to window shop. I haven’t got a clue what I’d do with a house like that. If I’m gonna have that much space, I want a real, old-fashioned farm house.
Anyway, still 300 words left to meet my daily word count goal (300? A trifle!) so it’s off to write, off to write…