Just another 48 hours

I found some pictures today that explain how the process went when I was trying to write tonight’s blog post.

It was a weird weekend. The weather took a horrible turn. We went from 85 on Saturday to freezing cold rain today. They’re even talking snow in lower elevations tonight.

We went to a bookstore this weekend. When I woke up at least one of the new books had been destroyed by a cup of milk that no one had bothered to clean up.

I had to get the Idiot Dog off the kitchen table three times and his girlfriend Winnie out from under our bed twice.

There was a knock down, drag out fight to get the kids in the shower tonight. The dirty laundry is threatening to take over the world and there are dishes in the sink.

BUT the scabs on my nose are finally gone. I finished a synopsis for the 2nd book as requested by two reading editors. I started chapter 10 of book three. I’m reading a bunch of research for another idea. Because I have that same demented view as so many fans of a sports team, I experienced the high and low of my hockey team both winning and losing this weekend.

I finally got to watch the final Harry Potter movie. Of course, I read the books so I already knew what was gonna happen. I was there at the bookstore at midnight to get my copies and then would lock myself in the bathroom so I could read it uninterrupted. Really, if you need to lock yourself away, the bathroom is the place to do it. You have both the water and the potty. But for what ever reason, despite all my good intentions – read small children, 40 hour week job, blog and other writer commitments – I never got to the theater to see it. 

I watched it alone. I cried alone. I’ve always been a fan of Snape – and yes, I trusted him all along. You do have to wonder if Lilly was worth it, though.