A Grand Funk

The Sisters three are all in a funk, a malaise if you will, and for a variety of reasons that I won’t spell out here.   We met for lunch today, we do this at least once a week.  We talk and text a million times throughout the days and nights, but we need to actually meet at least once to refuel and have a bit of Sister therapy, talk about our stories, or trouble with our stories, and to grouse in person about how much we (read I) hate rewrites and edits.

Today was more of a mope session and, sometimes I guess, you just have to let the funk happen.  I’m sure it’s healthy to once and a while allow for the frustrations, the stresses, the illness, the woes, and the rest of the stuff that lays heavy on your heart and your shoulders.  It’s just unusual that it would happen to all of us at the same time.

The three of us need a loooong vacation.  I’m thinking that Johnny Depp has that nice little island, and a week there is just the ticket.  There is a  theory that everyone is only six degrees of separation from every other person on the planet.  Apparently I only need to line up the right four people. 

You don’t want the Sister’s having nervous breakdowns, now do you?  So, let’s put our heads together, people.   Surely one of you out there can get us even just a little closer to dear Johnny and that island.