Do you remember that I write my books longhand? Well, I do. I use specific pens (the Pilot G2, preferably fine point but medium is acceptable) and composition books. In fact, these composition books. See?
Much to the Divine M's chagrin, I haven't transcribed in months. It's all still in the chicken scratch that fills the pages of said composition notebook.
But here's the glitch: none of those composition books is the composition book that holds my current manuscript. Nope. Those are other manuscripts, ideas, outlines, articles. Not my book. The one that holds my current manuscript is ... somewhere.
We live in one room. We have five bags between the two of us. It has to be here somewhere. It has to be. Right?
Those are not panicked, not panicked at all, Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee ~ until the reward goes higher.
Edited at 10:26 a.m. ~ found it. No panic. :)
Edited at 10:26 a.m. ~ found it. No panic. :)
4 comments:
Deep breaths. One room. You know it's there. HUGS!
You've found it by now . . . yes, Pobble? I have my fingers & toes crossed for you. It will happen.
Had to get that out of the way before commenting on everything else around here. It looks great. Not sure when the new design hit, but I've been a bit tardy lately.
And I enjoyed the Alaska pics and irony post as well.
Finally, nice title for the new blog & I will have to go visit it now . . .
Your pad will turn up.
The universe does not get any enjoyment from its little pranks if you ignore it. Stop looking for it and you'll find it. Trust me.
Nemeria, $$, and GOML! ~ Thank you. You were all right. :)
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