Shiver Me Timbers

I spent almost an entire day doing the writing thing.  I stopped occasionally to do some laundry, eat some food, and then take the hell hound and hubby for a walk.  So perhaps I didn't spend all day writing it just seemed like I did.  I did manage to get a new article into a complete rough draft, so that is a good thing.  It happens to be one which I am not quite sure of so I will send it off to my pre-reader for her advice before trying to edit the crappiness out of it. 

I also just got an email saying that I have been accepted into a local writers group.  I love the fact that I will now get to spend a couple of hours a week with some like-minded people.  Well I'm not sure we are like minded seeing as I haven't actually met the group yet, but I am assuming we are like minded in terms of wanting to write stuff.  So yay. 

Oh no, I just realized something, now I will have to be what do you call it?  Oh yeah, social.  I will have to take out a buffer and rub some of that anti-social rust off the brain so I can interact with people.  Maybe I can get the hubby to pull out his shop vac and suck some of the gyprock dust from my brain cavity.  Or pull out his sander, and sand away the curmudgeon molecules from my personality.  (Yeah, okay, enough with that!) 

Yesterday we returned the auxiliary back-up dog to the kidlet, good thing too as she has been spending an inordinate amount of time bleeding.  At first I was WTF why is this dog constantly getting dinged up?  Then the more I thought about it the more I realized that right now the only thing she is learning from the enfant terribles is that it is mandatory that you somehow cause bodily harm to yourself whenever possible.  I can hardly wait until everyone is out of this stage, it is too hard on my poor nerves. 

Pirate Speak: Did you know that when a pirate says that she will dine with Duke Humphrey it actually means that she will go hungry that day?