Hit a snag in a dinner scene in the Ruby book. It’s awkward, as interactions between teenagers and grandmothers sometimes are. So, in lieu of sitting and banging my head against it…
…I decided to move furniture.
The living room is now rearranged. It’s a fun thing, to have your fifteen-year-old come out and say “What are you doing? Ooooh, moving furniture. LET ME HELP.”(And she did, too. We even got chairs up and down the stairs, for lo we are Pumped Up.) I thought they were supposed to get sullen and distant the older they got, but instead they’re these amazing human beings I get to hang out with almost constantly. I choose to take it as a sign that I’m doing something about this motherhood thing right.
Here, have a pirate mash-up of a LOTR fanvid, courtesy of my writing partner. I think she’s paying me for the Sekrit-Agent-and-Waitress smut I’m writing her. I consider myself well reimbursed. (ETA: For those that are curious, she’s tweeting snippets under the #SekritAW hashtag.)
Last but not least, there’s a few hours left in the giveaway for one of my books over at My World’s place. I can’t wait to see which one the winner chooses!
Off I go to finish that dinner scene, walk Odd Trundles, meditate, shovelglove, and write some more Spy/Waitress porn.
Life is good.