Why is things hurt more as you get older...

Today, while I was at the soccer tournament from hell. 4 games back to back, and yes, Meg's played in all of them. What a trouper she is, I got stung by a dadblamed yellow jacket. I hate those winged pesky creatures.

I smushed him Dead as a door nail!!!! He had to DIE!!!! He stung me the little bugger...

However, as I sit here with my index finger throbbing, I thought to myself..."I don't remember getting stung hurting this bad when I was younger" Granted I haven't been stung since I was a little kid walking back on the dirt road to my Grandmother's house. A big fat black hornet stung me that time, little twit that it was. I did the usual, tore open a cigarette and spit on the tobacco and put it on the sting. It helped but I didn't have any meat tenderizer. That of course is the best home rememdy, but I had to improvise. Meg's one at least one of her games and that was cool.

On writing: Well! *big sign* I'm editing and going back and leaving bread crumbs. That is how I think of it. There is no way anyone is going to get this story if I don't. The premise remains the same no matter how you look at this story. From any character it remains the same. This story is about guilt, being bound by constraints the characters put on themselves and that the ultimate sacrifice for the one you love, will lead to happiness. Wow, that is a mouthful!

Then I re-evaluated the conflict of this story and realized that while my heroine loves her home, it binds her as well. Her love of her family, her home, all the things that make her comfortable chain her and stop her from grabbing love by the horns until it is too late. How many of us know that feeling? We always go through life and wonder if we had taken that step, or chose a different road where would we be? It is the choices you make in life that make you grow. And sometimes losing something so precious will make appreciate what you had, and teach you that you should never ever turn your back on love. It can break you.

My best friend Rhonda from high school called me last night and she is writing. I couldn't believe it. She read me her short story and it is so good. She wrote it from her heart, it is non-fiction, and something that has haunted her for most of her life. She lost her Mother at age 9, and it has taken her years to come to terms with it. I told her she needed to polish it up, but that a lot of people could learn from her experience!

so...That has been my last two days. Oh, and Janie Incubus Dreams is out, and I've heard good things about this newest book from LKH. In it Anita seems to get her stuff back together, but I've also heard that the sex in the book is way over the top.

A trip to Borders had me buying David M book...can't remember the name of it but you guys all know which one I'm talking about. I haven't had much time to read it yet, but I'll get to it.

tomorrow who knows what I'll do. Laundry and start working on Meg's big project for school! Yikes...it never ends!
Hugs,
Michelle