CONFESSIONS

Upside down, my world is. (That is what Yoda would say if he too were trying desperately to finish writing a novel that has even an ounce of a chance of getting published)

Lately I have a one track mind. WRITING, WRITING, WRITING. I'm sure, there are a lot of you out there than can attest to this. If you've stopped by my home in say the last month you've probably found it dirtier than the floor of the dollar theater. You've probably seen me in Mark's over sized sweats (since my wonderful teal ones have finally bit the dust), and you've most likely asked yourself, "When was the last time she showered?" In answer to that, I plead the fifth.

One day, (I'm gazing wistfully out the large window that over looks my barren dirt pit of a back yard), Yes, one day I will publish a book. Sigh.

Until then, the following is a list of things that have become commonplace in my life:

1. I dream of high school boys...um, let me rephrase that...I dream of the high school scenario that I am writing about. Not real high school boys, because EWWW that would be GROSS!

2. My kids haven't eaten a homemade meal (that was made by me) in over 3 weeks.

3. We have saved quite a bit on our water bill thanks to my lack of showering.

4. My phone often has 5 or more messages on it because I turn the ringers off when I'm writing...and I often forget to call people back. (so sorry if that describes you)

5. The house was so filthy that Mark actually dusted, windexed and vacuumed for me the other night before he took off to Vegas...I guess he knew I wouldn't do it when he was gone either.

Those are my confessions. This post is just to inform you that any time you are in the neighborhood, you can make a lovely donation to my cause in the form of a 32 oz. Diet Pepsi from Harts or Walkers...oh, and I do love it with a small squirt of diet Mt. Dew in it.

Luv, erin