. . . you’re not thinking clearly.  THEY will find you in a tree-house.  Think about it, no matter where you are in your house, under your house, on the side of your house or on top of your house – THEY always find you.  Admit it, you’ve hidden in places in your house where the FBI or McGyver couldn’t find you . . . and yet . . .THEY always do. 

I had no idea you were experiencing the same problem I was today.  Here’s an example of my writing from earlier:

Jerrilyn closed her eyes tightly before she looked at the home pregnancy stick.  No, you cannot go into your brother’s room and kill him.  You can’t because I said so.  She prayed it was positive.  The ketchup is usually on the door, on the second shelf, next to the mustard, unless someone put it away other than me.  She’d made up her mind that having Jace’s child would be a dream come true, a family of her own.  I know it looks like I’m sitting here doing nothing. but I’m writing.  That’s why you hear keys clicking.  You don’t hear keys clicking?  That’s because you’re all too damned loud – now go outside and play!

Forget that tree-house.  I applied on-line with NASA for the space program.  I signed the three of us up, as a team, for the very next year long space shuttle mission.  THEY will never be able to find us in space, I think . . .

I find that one of my great strengths is making people.  I have successfully made two children, and now, as a writer, I am making whole groups of other beings.  My current ebook is about shapeshifters.  I have created an entire history for them.  There is so much detail, they could be real.  Hopefully, when you read their story, for a short period of time, you too will believe they could live down the street from you.  It is truly liberating to be in total control of a made up world.  Anything can happen there and it does!  In the end, my good people always triumph and the bad people get what they deserve.  I love that – sadly, it doesn’t happen more often in real life.

Somehow, I really have no idea how, my windshield cracked.  This happened on Tuesday night and was discovered by Ed on Wednesday morning.  Ed required an explanation.  Except I have none.  I went to the grocery store and all was fine and then he discovered the crack the next day.  That’s all I have, no explanation, nothing, nada.  The sad part is that we are about to sell this car.  I called the insurance folks and what a fine bunch they are!  They set up my claim and made an appointment to have it replaced the very next day.  Ed went with me to drop the car off and that’s when the vacuum cleaner debacle began. 

We need a new vacuum.  I am famous for making up something in my mind that I want, even though it doesn’t exist.  I can do this with anything, vacuums, clothes, good children, etc.  Last month, it was a red shirt dress with safari overtones and wood buttons, but I digress.  It drives Ed nuts, and over the years he has refused to shop with me anymore because of it.  Yesterday, he was stuck with me for a good two or more hours while the windshield was being replaced, and I decided we should look for a vacuum.  Ed really wanted to help pick it out since he uses the vacuum more than I do.  We went to the first store and the salesman asked if he could help us.  Ed mumbled “propably not”, the saleman didn’t hear him but I did (I heard you, Ed!).  Ed took a step back and  I took a step forward and launched into my wants and needs as far as my new vacuum was concerned, the list was long . . .  From behind me, I actually heard Ed laugh (I heard you, Ed!).  I’m not sure if it was at me or the hapless salesman who was just trying to earn a living.  Anyway, after several stores, I found exactly what I wanted (So there, Ed!).  I love our new vacuum and here’s the really great part – my eleven year old has not stopped using it since we brought it home.  How incredible is that?

Lizard update – due to my tender care and loving ministrations, our lizard lived while the rest of the family was away.  When Ed and the girl were playing with him, they both felt he had gotten larger.  LARGER!  I took care of a lizard and not only did it NOT die – it got LARGER!  I now believe I am super woman and can accomplish anything, anything at all, including getting published.

There’s an old saying that home is where your heart is.  I always knew this was true for me, but over the past few weeks it was really driven home.  I have never lived alone and don’t like it.  Before anyone gets upset, I was kept company by the dog and lizard (He lives!) and I am grateful they are here, but I need to have a house full of “my people.”  I selected my husband when I was twenty and then I made two more to round us out at an even four.  Why you ask?  Because three people gives me a good number to ensure that there is always someone home for me to mess with.  I also require a lot of assistance to make it through each and every day.  Much to my delight, my mother-in-law is here as well.  My world is complete and I can go back to writing again.  I thought the solitude was going to result in chapter after chapter of fine work.  Instead, it resulted in hour after hour of doing almost no writing and not much of anything else.  I have also started a side project to “Unloved.”  It is for epublication and hopefully I can get some real satisfaction from that as opposed to my single title romance. 

Amylynn really does have a fan.  My husband thinks she’s hysterical!

It has been brought to my attention that I may have upset our lizard by my comment in yesterday’s blog.  When I wrote “(don’t ask)” it was because he is such an interesting Chinese Water Dragon that if you were to ask about him it would take up too much space for a blog.  I did not mean – Oh my goodness, how in the world did I end up buying mealworms for a lizard, keeping them in my refridgerator until I need to feed them to the lizard while my family is not home.  I also did not mean – Oh my goodness, how in the world did I end up having to spray a lizard with water so that the humidity in his home stays at the optimal percentage and so that he thinks it’s raining.  I had no idea that our lizard was reading my blog, and frankly, I was unaware he could read.  In order to make up for any hurt feelings that may have occured, I made it rain twice today and carefully selected two really tasty looking worms for him for dinner.  I am contrite and will be more careful in my blogging in the future.

Happy Thursday!  My first post should be about all of the craziness in my life right now, but instead it’s going to be about my dog.  I’m home all alone with my Irish Terrier, Rocky, and a lizard (don’t ask).  My husband and children are away and won’t be home for at least another week.  Meanwhile, the dog thinks I’ve misplaced them.  He sits in my husband’s chair, which he has never done before and rotates laying in front of the kid’s bedroom doors.  While he is doing this, he stares at me in silent accusation.  As punishment for their absense, he wakes me up early with his cold wet nose on mine, he sits on our living room sofa – a place he knows he is not allowed, insists that I share all of my meals with him (sorry Ed) and guards the lizard when I feed it.  Apparently, I might lose it as well…  Every time I go near any door, he starts to do his “I’m going for a walk dance” and makes me feel quilty for not taking him out nine times a day.  He used to sit on my feet while I was writing but now he just mournfully stares from his perch on his missing father’s chair.  I have explained to him in great detail where everyone is at, MANY TIMES, but he will not listen.  The joke will be on him when they return soon, safe and sound, and I’ll get to tell him – I told you they’d be back, now stay off of the sofa!