Well I'm not crying so much any more after my car accident. I'm letting the insurance companies and the lawyers fight it out. What really annoys me is that I can't resume my dance lessons until I finish up with all this therapy the doctor has me doing. That won't be until the end of March.
I was supposed to do a mini-match this Friday for my Bronze Level Two and I'm so mad I can't do it. I'll go and watch and cheer the others on. Then cry all the way home and sit with a large tumble of Irish and binge watch Outlander with my feet up.
My grandson Hayden has a cold and fighting doing his school work. Just what I need right now. Both printers are out of ink and I don't have any money to get any right now and he has a portfolio due in social studies. four pages with pictures and text that was to be turned in yesterday. I have a couple clients that are sending me checks. They will go towards printer ink and groceries. Oh and can't forget the gas for the car to get me to all these doctors appointments. Some time you really can't win.
Did you ever wish you could blog about some something but don't want the person you are complaining about to see it? A thought crossed my mind but I figured I better not. Oh well.
On a good note. I'm back to working on the final draft of the Alligator Dance. It's a romantic suspense and apparently I do them well. I have several repeat customers at events.
I'm going to pitch it again to a couple agents at the 2020 Southwest Florida Writers Conference in Port charlotte, April 18. the were interested before but I never followed through. Maybe this times the charm.
From the active mind of Brenda M. Spalding