State Of The Roxy
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roxyHello, 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...)
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...)
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5/31/05 04:19 pm (UTC)Am I gonna get another sister?!
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5/31/05 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/31/05 04:27 pm (UTC)husbands
5/31/05 05:04 pm (UTC)But we can dream, hon. (Lord knows there are days! It's those other days that make them worth keeping around. *G*)
Re: husbands
6/1/05 02:14 am (UTC)You are the absolute coolest!
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6/1/05 03:34 am (UTC)*hug hug hug*
I hate that, don't you? *eyes Morgan*
He'd better straighten up.
More Summer Story! And yeah, Pete rox.
:)
*smooshes you*
Love you, Ms. Thang!
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6/1/05 03:40 am (UTC)Love you too--so much!!
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6/1/05 04:55 am (UTC):)
*smoooooch*