I'm back. So here's to second chances. I'm clearly not very good at blogigng. Mostly because I don't know how. Figuring out where to go to post is a 10-minute ordeal in and of itself. I can't even get to this page without using the bookmark I created on my husband's laptop. And let's not talk about how long it took me to figure out bookmarking! And, deep breath, since he has been out of town for most of the past month, I just have not had the chance.
The real reason behind my enthusiasm for blogging today is that I finally started writing again. mean really writing. It will be a book. Some day soon I hope. Right now, it's just a lot of fun. Of course, my best stories come from personal experience, but don't think my imagination won't get carried away. So, poor souls, unbeknownst to them, my friends are main characters. I borrowed some of their real lives, like background information, and am making up the rest. I can just imagine us in a photograph with the caption reading "The real life Margaritaville girls." It will be huge, framed, and hanging in my hallway. I have already sent some of the pages to my best friend because she is also a writer, but more so because she is so supportive that she always loves what I write. And right now, I just need the ego boost. Imagining the cover art, and let's not forget the film version that will surely result, is admittedly all in my head and therefore some "real" feedback is necessary. But only from people I choose and when I decide.
Yeah, I'm pretty reasonable and easygoing.
