I’ve worked hard this week … I barely had time for Bejeweled Blitz (though I did score my all-time high of 132,300!) and Twitter never saw my face on a couple days. Why, you ask? Because I was writing like mad. It was one of those rare times when the words just flowed. Maybe … just maybe … I’ve completed the novel. I don’t want to say that too definitely because of that embarrassing egg thing, but it feels done to me. A few tweaks are in order, I’m sure, but nothing major.
So, now I’m going to relax. I’m inviting everyone to join me in partying this weekend. Come and go, eat, drink, dance, sing, play Twister (hey, Danielle, is it clothing-optional this time?) Look around the place … if this is your first time here or you’ve been too busy to stop by for a while, catch up on some posts. But most of all TALK to me. TALK to each other. But TALK people, TALK. This is a party! Yanno?
I can state -- almost unequivocally -- that the title of this blog does not refer to my mental state. It refers to my writing, which does, of course, flow out of my mind. Sometimes the process of writing is messy, sometimes weird, sometimes beautiful -- and always harder than I wish, but I love it. As I wander back into the real world from time to time, I hope to entertain you with my musings.
Just looking in and realized my old icon is showing up. Gee, maybe we’ve slipped backward in time.
Linda! Three posts in one day! Are you trying to make up for your busy week? I’m so excited that you feel more at peace with your novel. It’s a good feeling. I’m excited to read the new stuff. I’m assuming I’m one of those who “doesn’t have a choice”.
I really wish I haven’t had time to play bejeweled because every time I do I see your face, on the right, challenging me with that insane score! When did you start looking so smug? (that’s how you look after I play for an hour and don’t even come close to that score) LOL
Now, what do you have to eat? Chocolate? Because we all know that virtual calories are fat-free.
Lots of chocolate, Kasie. Semi-sweet is my fave.
It’s really kind of scary when one of those Blitz games takes off like that. But I’ll bet my niece will not quit until she tops me.
And yes, your one of my Peeps, so you’ll be reading the new Part III.
Since it’s National Pizza Month there will be an endless supply in here. Anyone else like Hawaiian? Oh, yeah, and as Kasie reminded us, virtual food has no calories, so munch, munch, munch.
[Karen sweeps in like a tornado...]
Hey Sweetie thanks for inviting me!
I brought the mariachi band just like you asked. Where do you want them to set up?
Guys….let’s settle the goat in the bedroom for now since his number isn’t until the end of the set… Linda, you don’t have anything edible in your bedroom do you? Like curtains, bedding, carpet or wood furniture?
That’s right….Just right through there guys….first door on the left.
This dip is amazing! oh my gosh I love your shoes! Who else is coming? Are we the first? LOVE LOVE LOVE the lighting! Especially the lava lamps, hot pepper string lights and chinese lanterns. Nice way to mix up the mood lighting.
Oh sorry. Guys! don’t let the goat eat any more of the hot pepper lights.
oh hey……scrabble and twister….
And LOOK a DISCO BALL!!! [Karen wanders off distracted by something shiny....]
A tornado indeed! Not too crazy about the goat situation, but oooo the guys in the band are yum! Don’t worry about the pepper lights, I’ll get the Christmas lights out.
Let’s try not to get the police involved this time, Karen, okay? Well … unless they’re gorgeous and friends of yours.
Yoo-hooo!!! Anyone home?
Oh there you are!
There’s no need to hide under the table with the pizza and chocolate. I brought my own nachos:)
Linda, you must feel weightless right now. Congratulations! I can’t wait to read this book:)
Okay where’s Tricia? I’m ready to play Twister!
Hey, Danielle, better to come here than do laundry, huh? Yum, nachos … don’t let the goat get them.
I don’t know where Tricia is, surely she can’t have anything better to do. Maybe she’s here in disguise. She’s tall and thin and funny … hey, Karen is that REALLY you?
Let’s dance! I’ll start….
HA HA HA I’d forgotten that. Okay, come on, surely y’all can dance better than Elaine. If not, who cares?
Okay, party games. Let’s all try this. [Shoot, YouTube took the music off, not as much fun.]
Who said a college education was less valuable these days? HA! These kids are future Einstein’s, I tell ya!
I was never good at these games. Guess I’d better start warming up.
Be back later when I’ve got my moves down….
Wow! Those boys have a lot of time on their hands. How come all the balls I’m throwing are just ending up under your couch?
I’m going to go try dancing again, at least I can look better than Elaine.
Ha ha. I haven’t hit a cup yet … of course, in my case the wine doesn’t help. You have no excuse.
Dance away … you can subsitute it for a trip to that sweaty gym.
Hey, can’t stay, but I wanted to pop in and say congratulations on finishing the novel! Major milestone down! Awesome, and a party’s well in order!
Have a great weekend, y’all. I’m off to celebrate National Pizza Month. I think I still have a pair of pants that fit.
Thanks, DarcKnyt. Yeah, one step down, now a thousand more to go! Enjoy your pizza.
Sorry, I’m late. I had nothing to wear … except for maybe this trenchcoat. Hey, did someone say Twister. Got a coat rack?
Uh-oh, I guess Twister’s gone clothing-optional again! Somebody blindfold the guys in the band, or they’ll get distracted.
[Karen wanders out of the bathroom in a Fireman's jacket and sombrero...stumbles into the kitchen]
OH man Linda you really know how to throw a party…. your bathtub was awesome to sleep in. Is that coffee? N I C E ….
sorry about the fire. But the stripper using the whipped cream from his fire extinguisher to dampen the flames some was awesome or it really could have gotten out of hand…..
Then when the firetruck showed up and all those yummy men came in with their big hoses……
You do have flood damage insurance…. right?
So….. does your stereo go to 11?
Let’s get this party cranking again.
Linda? Linda where are you going?….[Karen is left to address the rest of her remarks to the goat who is happily eating Linda's basket collection] oh she’s probably going to shower and put her dancing shoes on again…. that girl does an awesome funky chicken….
Karen, get control of that goat!!!
Sorry, one of the guys in the band is a big Anne Tyler fan so we were in the library discussing her novels. Really.
I missed the stripper and the firemen???? Dang it.
OH LOOK!!!!!
VH1 is having an all eighties weekend!
S W E E T !!!!!
Guys! Guys! get out here…let’s do the Conga….
I was so tired last night, and my invitation did say “this weekend,” so I thought I’d wait until today to stop in. Okay, perhaps 9:00 am is a little too early…
I’m wondering if I should nudge a few of these comfortably slumped-over bodies with my toe to try to stir things up again. Nah…I’ll be back a little later, for the next round.
And congrats to you, Linda! Oh, what a feeling!
Hey, Cynthia, I thought the last party might have scared you off. Glad to see you took a chance. No hiding behind the sofa this time … well, unless you have good reason. We might all have to take cover, if Karen has anymore caffeine!
Hide the Red Bull!
Limbo!!! and spanish omelettes!!! but I’m switching to green tea….gotta stay zen…
We’re going to do some tai chi on the lawn with the goat…come outside when you get a minute…
Omelettes, yay, I’m starved. And tai chi, I’m up for, but I’m starting to get suspicious of that goat. Is it a shape-shifter?
Okay, pizzas are ordered for today, and the chocolate has been replenished. There is an assortment of fruits and vegetables for those of you who insist on eating healthy … even virtually!
Since everyone’s quiet right now, I guess I’ll just have to read. Gee, I’m on p. 83 only 657 pages to go. I might be here awhile.
Oh, wait! My tamale lady’s at the door. Let me grab some money.
Green tea… That’s probably a better plan than this pitcher of margaritas I brought… especially since it’s not even noon yet, and I’m supposed to be editing. Shhhh, just going to see how low I can go and maybe dance a bit on the twister mat, and then I’ll go back to the office and correct some more grammar.
Oh! Karen! Let me wear the sombrero!
Oh, Judy, hand that pitcher to me. A margarita will go great with this tamale. Who cares what time it is? We’re on virtual time.
Dance, dance, dance ….
I just got a phone call from Guy Laliberté at the station spatial international. He saw your invitation and turn completly crazy about your clown nose. So, Hes gone give me a lift with a couple of jugglers friends from the Cirque du soleil and the Ballet russe. We will be about 50 over your patio. It’s that ok?
They gone parachute us over your house in about 20 minutes. I didn’t have time to put my dog and my cat into my parachute. But, Esmeralda, my dear tararentule is sleeping in the lunch (vodka and caviar)… Don’t worry, she will have great fun with the goat!
I am coming!
OMG, where’s Karen? Karen, Karen, jugglers are on the way!!!!
Jugglers, and caviar, and tarrantulas OH MY!!! Follow the yellow brick road to the party, people!
I heard there were margaritas and that we were on virtual time. So here I am, filling up my glass, not adding any extra salt, maybe an extra ice cube…Hits the spot!
Linda, I’m beginning to think you did an excellent job with the name of your blog. Cheers!