The 1st day of school was a success, as I thought it would. Little Bubba joked as we got ready for school, "You should have a welcome home party for us." I laughed along with him, and he forgot about it. So that afternoon I went to the dollar store and got some balloons, party favors, and candy bars. I stuck a bow to my shirt, held a squawker in one hand and a balloon in the other, and went out to wait for the bus. Of course the bus was late so I'd have to stand out there as the maximum number of people drove by. I like to think they knew what I was doing. And the look on Little Bubba's face when the bus pulled up was way worth it. 'Course, later in the evening I was sure wishing I hadn't given them the squawkers...or the balloons...or the candy...
The writing also went well. I finished my long synopsis--final page count: 15 pages. The plot is basically the same, but I did change some key elements that had given me doubts. I think finishing this project is a pretty good way to start my full-time writing career. (Is it a career if you haven't made any money yet?) It's a good sign. I can officially say that I'm out of the hole which had swallowed me up for so long. The writing feels good; having a real, reachable goal feels good; and going easy on myself feels good. I'm loose. But not in a slutty way. Anymore. As far as you know.
Anyhoo, now's the time when I call upon my peeps to read what I wrote and tell me what I got wrong. I know I have at least two readers on board already, so if y'all are too busy, I do have some help. Seriously, it's all right. Lord knows I've been too busy/downtrodden to read at times. Still, the more the merrier, so if you have a passing curiosity and time to read 15 pages double spaced, shoot me an email and I'll put you on the list.