NaNoWriMo Day 3 – Even God Rested On Sunday
Or as a friend always says “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Let the excuses begin. First it …
Or as a friend always says “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Let the excuses begin. First it …
It had to happen. Eventually. And today was that day. But I am so grateful that I did it. Getting …
That was the plan you know … I was invited to do one more weekend at the lake. And since …
… but I could stand it to be about twenty degrees warmer here. Sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, looking …
… who would have ever guessed? Never in a million years could I have written a scenario like this. But …
… every weekend … to renew my spirit. When all I really had to do was this. Oh, and sorry …
I think I have mentioned that I basically spend my weekends at a lake … in a very old Hotel …
… in more ways than one. The sun rose over the lake … the start of a new day … …
Usually a fable starts with “Once upon a time”. This one starts “Two weeks ago …” Two weeks ago there …
It started with a far off sound … A-OOOOO-GAH A-OOOOO-GAH. Funny … that sounded just like the old cartoons … the …
I would love to wax poetic. Or even be funny. But mostly I am hot. And not in a good …
Today started out like many do at the lake. With me getting a cup of coffee or tea from the …
… only different. Many many years ago … fresh off my divorce … I was often to be found taking …
… or How I Learned About My-Fi … or is that Mi-Fi? OK. So I have spent a few weekends …
… at least as far as my Aunt is concerned. And another weekend at the lake comes to a close. …
And I thought the old-fashioned boat rides were not in production anymore … at least not around these parts. This …
… I thought as I looked across the water. Sleek. Smooth. Italian. Perfect. And I was filled with a lust …
… but not in West Virginia. In my latest episode of Where’s Waldo Holly, I have once more taken to …
… and with those immortal words spoken by Rosalind Russell as Auntie Mame … thus begineth the Happy Holly Project entry for the day …