State Of The Roxy

Hello, my beloved ones.
Feeling kind of--meh...could be much, much worse, could be better but I'm not complaining. Right now anyway...*G* Let's just say that if Mr. Roxy survives the coming month, it will be truly miraculous. Pray for him, my children, pray I don't find my Louisville Slugger before a change comes over me. Mind you, not that I'd ever condone physical violence, goodness no, but if he just happened to have a sudden fainting spell and woke up with a headache and a little lump on the back of his head...*shrugs* what can I say? *attempts to look all innocent*

I'm almost finished with Paris, and I'm working on my Summer Story baby. I find my absolute favorite thing to write is kids, at that age where they still believe in magic, but they're beginning to see the grown-up handwriting on the wall.

I love writing Pete in this thing, he's like the voice of reason in this brick. He's so lovely and sane plus he gets to make fun of everybody--payback after they spent their formative years teasing him. It's funny to see how unsure he was and now he's a guy who knows who he is and is comfortable with it. Must come from growing up watching how *not* to be--*eyeballs Whit and Lex*
I'm not spending a lot of time wrapping it up, I think because where it ends isn't the end, but the beginning and a story the audience gets to write.

My stars,I thought I'd be done by now but I keep getting distracted by shiny things. No more now! Focus!

Even though this talk of kids has got me thinking. (and that's not always a good thing...)