Hello

My boy Dave was here for a couple of days with his bud Derek.  They’d gone up to Oregon on a road trip saw some friends, mountain biked all over the place.  Swung by here to see the family.  And it was nice, having them in the house, so appreciative of home cooked food.  I baked up a storm, Don too.  My pants are feeling a bit snug at the moment, but I don’t care.  It was lovely having David home.  I wish Will had been feeling better.  Felt bad that he was sick.  He loves it when David and/or Emily come home. 

I wrote again today.  I was scared to go in.  Scared that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish what I think this manuscript needs.  Still don’t know if I can, but I’m glad that I made myself sit down at the page.  Slow going in the beginning.  Working for a long time, only able to eek out two and a half pages.  But two and a half pages is better than no pages.  And I feel real good that I faced my fears.  That I went in, even though I was tired and wanted to go to bed. 

Good, bad or indifferent, I went in, sat down, turned my computer on, and tried to write.  And you know what, that’s an accomplishment in itself.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, May 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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