Quidditch

I’ve been oh-so-busy playing the Sims2, manipulating their little pixelated lives, and some Quidditch – in between sewing projects, that I haven’t really spent much time online. And I do need to do some research for another story idea. Bad me. *ashamed face*

However, I did also manage to fit in a bit of editing on the horror story I’ve been working on… enough that, now the piece feels more like a chapter, then a short story. Hmm… we’ll see.

I also devoted an entire night to reading some old papers my Mom sent me, things I wrote when a child, letters pertaining to my divorce – just odd bits of my history, I guess. While getting thoroughly depressed – the divorce stuff, reading my letters and letters my daughter wrote to my ex, the night was saved when a small, very aged envelope fell from the pile. A letter I wrote at the tender age of 11 (wow, Mom saved that one for 36 years! *shocked*) and was away at summer camp.

Dear Mom,

Send money!!!! Everything here costs something, the arts and crafts and horseback riding and skiing and I only have $3.00 so I need you to send me $11.00 RIGHT AWAY!!!!

*laughs* Now that was priceless.