Sighing over Thursday

So, we’ve made it through to Thursday, whoohoo! I did some writing (845 words) on Wednesday, some reading. I’m reading a couple of books right now: Sasha White’s Lush and Loreth Anne White’s Rules of Re-Engagement – I guess it’s a day for white reading. LOL

Jason Evans is having another short fiction contest called “The Endless Hour” over at his blog – I enjoy reading these stories, so even if you don’t want to enter, go over and read the entries anyway. You’ll find some of the finest pieces of short fiction there.

That’s it. It’s Thursday, what did you expect?

Oh, and what are you reading?

Just Another Wednesday

Here it is, Wednesday – hump day and I’m at a loss for what to blog about. We’re experiencing more storms this evening, but that’s Spring in Texas – tornado alley. We just batten down the hatches and ride it out.

The thumb? I pulled up more carpet and was prying the tack boards up with a screwdriver. Evidently I was squeezing it just a little too tightly and popped a blood vessel in my thumb. That stings. It’s much better today, so long as I don’t mess with it.

Contrary to popular belief, the cats did not take over the computer while I was incapacitated – it was closed up and they haven’t figured out how to open it yet. LOL

This weekend Bebo and I will be moving furniture in preparation for pulling up the rest of the carpet. If someone (and you know who you are) would like to drop by on Sunday and help, it would be greatly appreciated. We’d be able to get the mirror down then too – but it’s gonna take at least three people.

That’s it – that’s my Wednesday blog. Just boring stuff around here. No writing, probably won’t have time until Friday.

Wednesday Blahs

To answer Dru’s question, I don’t know what the final word count will be. Before, I would write to a certain format, like category for example, but this time I’m just going to let it be what it will be. A short story, category, stand alone – I have no idea.

I was watching American Idol tonight, shaking my head at the terrible singers and their families who continue to tell them how good they are. It got me to thinking about writing. We write something and our friends, family, CP’s, etc tell us that it’s good, great even. Then we send it in and the editor, judge, whatever, tears it apart. It’s one of the worse pieces of writing they’ve ever read. Do we believe them, or do we continue to write in a world of delusion? Just something to think about.

Not a lot to blog about. My sinus infection is better, but it’s really making my gums hurt, which is setting off this bad tooth that I have, so I’m in constant pain. I’m swigging liquid Orajel like there’s no tomorrow and it only takes the edge off. Until I get the money or insurance, I’m going to have to deal with it.

Y’all have a great Wednesday.