Retrospective As Of Late

Thanks to everyone who congratulated me on my engagement.  It still doesn;t sem quite real.  It was so strange going to his house the next day and having his mom answer the door and give me a hug and then call to Rob that his "finacee is here."  It was weird to hear that.

I don’t really have much to write about right now.  I had to work in Marlboro on Saturday.  I HATE that area.  And one house no one answered at and the other, I couldn’t find.  (Though I said that no one answered.)  But those were zeroed out.  Then two more orders, because they were so late getting there since there were only two drivers, (me and someone else,) ended up free, but the people each gave me a five dollar tip, so that was cool.

Rob’s completely gone from Staples.  There’s a whole story there that I don’t feel like typing, but suffice it to say, he’s out of there and as far as he’s said, he’s happy to be gone.  Besides, he’s getting paid better at Wal-mart just for the starting rate and he gets more hours.  If he can get this kind of thing in Pratt, and I get a good job, even if it’s part time, we’ll be set.

I’m working on my first novel in the Ivy series again.  I’ve got something of that old itch back in my fingers.  I’m glad.  Largely, I miss writing.  But unless I feel like what I write is actually worth having down, I don’t attempt the fiction stuff.  I have to believe the dialogue and whatnot that I’m writing, because if I don’t, how can I expct anyone else to?

Hopefully, I can find a publisher to accept my work.  I think I’ll try to buy the Writer’s Market Guide for 2006 before we go out there.  Then I can send queries out and see what happens.  But we’ll need a good printer.  Hmm . . .  I’ll figure something out.

I’ve been thinking back on the different things that have happened to me throughout the past seven years.  People, places, everything, especially back that first summer.

Though now that I think about it, I’m not gonna bother writing out everything that I could.  I know the things I done and haven’t done and I also know that I’ve already been condemned by people who claim not to care about me yet insist on harassing me anyway.  I know who means something to me and who doesn;t and I know who’s on the fence.  Or at least, who’s appearing to be on the fence.

Kansas is gonna be a new start.  It truly will, because with very few exceptions, no one up here is going to know how to find me.  And I’m just as glad.

Honestly, I’m still thinking about who I’ll contact when I’m out there.  Admittedly, even I’m surprised at one choice that I don’t know if I will.

And all I can say is, that choice, should I make it, will really, really suck.