I’m just kidding about the history…but I do get a tremendous kick out of teaching my kids whacky songs from days gone by. I’ve blogged in the past about our morning ritual. Windows down. Sunroof open. Singing at the top of our lungs as we drive to school. Yesterday it was “Leroy Brown”. Today “Sunglasses at Night”. About a week ago we did suffer a brief bout of humiliation when one of the school administrators caught us singing ABBA in the parking lot, while we waited for the school doors to open. While they squarely put the blame on my shoulders, the truth is we were all jamming. I’m pretty close to having them appreciate the beauty of Roy Orbison’s voice.
I’m happy to have the weekend behind me. My spouse and I had some public speaking obligations on Saturday and Sunday — which threw our couch potato routine right out the window. We didn’t read, watch football or eat Doritos. So sad….so very sad!
Part way through a new WIP. The funny thing is the first 25,000 words don’t make me want to cringe. This is a huge step forward for me. Usually I need a barf bag when I read my own work. (Stink-o-docious! I hope I didn’t just jinx myself). Please say a prayer that I don’t blow the second half of the story. Trust me. This can happen all too easily. For those who keep track, I’m still pushing forward on two short stories. Everything is half done right now! Awwwww!