The Shattered Prayer

Happy Thanksgiving!

Or asleep. Or on fire. But its Thanksgiving day and I have to be here, and awake, and eating turkey-shaped mystery meat that tastes suspiciously like Worcestershire sauce.

I realize we don’t have an alternative holiday to Thanksgiving here on SP. We really need one, but it should still involve gluttony.

But am I right? Has this been the crappiest season of TV ever?

These words of wisdom came from Sarah somebody in the mail this morning:

I can do this. WE can do this. However far behind you are, take comfort in knowing that there is somebody else out there in the same boat, and look for that next fun scene. And then the next. And if that doesn’t work, set someone on fire. In your book, of course.

Problem with that advice is that I’ve already set someone on fire in my novel. Hell… I did that in chapter one.

It almost seems criminal that with all the blender recipes we’ve done on SP, we haven’t done one for salsa yet.

After all the intensive work I did over the weekend, I thought a day off was in order. Then one day became two, and I keep thinking, Meh, I’m way ahead, I can afford a few days off.

Writing for two days, between 10 and 12 hours a day, I managed to write around 13K words, giving me a grand total of 30K, which was my goal for the weekend so color me satisfied.