It is a dark and stormy morning, but the thunder doesn't bother the monsters or cat. One of each is nearby, finishing the night's rest. I am, of course, awake. I have written 15 pages this week. About 3 a day. Not bad considering one of the monsters has had an ear infection and spent most of the week unhappy. All is improving.
Besides the April writing challenge, my toughest assignments this week were getting this website rolling and not googling Lost. Thanks to my co-worker Jessica, I am learning about blogs. And thanks to my co-worker Kym, I know that I am a "fruit-fly." It is great working with the younger, hip girls, who don't make me always feel like a mommy.
On the fruit-fly note, Steve and I had a nice dinner at Feast in Decatur this week. If I was from Boston, I would tell you that we had a wicked cool server. But I'm from the South and will say she was lovely. Her recommendation for the Elk Cove 2004 Pinot Noir was right on. Must make a trip to Willamatte Valley, Oregon one day. This wine is now my friend. Oh, and not to be confused with the Jessica I work with, our server was also named Jessica. I'm giving her a shout out here and on my site. I wasn't going to add Feast to my hip Atlanta restaurants, but Jessica has given the place some street cred.
Almost forgot, on Thursday, I saw Jelly's Last Jam at the Alliance Theater. My last jam was orange marmalade.
This is no joke. Maddie is at the window. The bees and mosquitos hover and dive over the shrubs. I need to mention to Lewis where she got her name. When you run out of mythological and literary names, you can always turn to a baseball roster.
Maddie’s tails thumps loudly on the dinning room chair. I have placed the chair at the window so she can enjoy the view. There is something about the wagging of a cat’s tail, the clicking of fingers across a keyboard as you type your first blog ever. I still like the term diary, but what do I know? Isn’t all the same thing? Editorial, letter, diary, blog, whatever.
Oh, I the GRW April writing challenge starts today. I have 5 pages of real stuff to write. So I can’t digress anymore. No kidding.