#1400 Ninety-three thousand words before midnight

Right down to the wire.

I F^&*ING did it.

Okay well I didn’t actual ‘do it,’ yet… if I did I would be bathing in Moet.

Remember that for when I get published. πŸ˜‰

But tonight, was the night. It was the night I let go of the reins of the horse that has been gallivanting around in my head, vibrating from my fingertips, and taking up creative space on my computer for the past roughly 7-8 years.

Tonight was the night we submitted our full manuscripts!!!!

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Oh my.Β  I actually thought I’d be more nervous, but getting to this point has been gradual, what with submitting 5000 words of our novels at each submission point.

Relief is an understatement.

I am so glad for it to be off my hands for the time being… and having a break from, well what else…

NOT having to write anything.

Oh man. Right on time for Christmas and ALL. Goodnight πŸ™‚

#1349 Finding Mister F again

Let me start off by saying I am definitely a cat person.

I say this because despite that fact, over the 6 months that we’ve had Mister F, my relationship with him has been kind of complicated.

I love him to pieces. Really I do.

But he scratches things he is not meant to.

Goes into rooms he is not meant to.

His fur drops around everywhere.

And there I am, scolding/blocking/picking up after him wherever he goes.

I follow him around so much to make sure he is not getting into trouble, I often feel like his personal bouncer. Only I am directing him out of the club, and not to the private room.

And yet again, despite all this… I was so happy to have him home today. I patted the couch next to me after he had settled a bit after his overnight vet excursion. Mister F had complications days ago and wasn’t well – the vet settled all that, hopefully forever… and when I showed him the spot next to me he happily jumped up on the couch.

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He lay there, the sunlight streaming through the window, white socks resting on the couch, his eyes closing slowly as my hand stroked his head, scratched his neck, and combed down the rest of his coat.

I know he is family now, because he pisses me off… but I still love him.

Welcome back home Mister πŸ˜‰

#1285 Looking forward to 3

It’s all about numbers ain’t it? Yesterday 7, today 3.

And you know what has me sooo relieved and happy today?

Baby girl has a curriculum day tomorrow. Friday.

I have finished work. Which means no shift on, Saturday.

Sunday, is well… Sunday.

I have three days off in a row.

Three sleep-ins in a row!

I am on the cusp of all this slumber, and I CAN’T WAIT!!!

#1225 Sunday Our Day no. 4

Late this afternoon Hubbie and I tackled an upstairs bedroom that has been housing all kinds of stuff: and we got started clearing, tidying, and organising.

We felt so good when we stopped to make dinner. Two hours had passed, and although we weren’t entirely complete, it was looking so much better.

And it was almost like the sunset smiled down on us for our efforts, with the horizon giving us a multi-coloured hue of happiness for all we had done.

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Sundays done our way. πŸ™‚

#1210 A golden birthday

Phew, wow and a big sigh, all in one.

It’s always a big relief when something you’ve been planning for days, weeks, months… comes to a finish and does so beautifully.

And with it, an element of bittersweet-ness follows too.

It was big. It was grand. Things were thrown in my way to ruffle up the Gatsby feathers on my headpiece for my sisters 50th themed birthday party…

But it was still, superb.

And I think we will be reminiscing about this birthday with laughter and fondness, for many years to come… 🎩πŸ₯‚πŸΎ

 

#1199 Encouraging words

It’s ALL about words lately. Whether baby girl’s funny ones or my…

3000 ones.

And it is in reference to the latter, that I am extremely grateful to those that encourage you.

I received feedback from my online tutor recently… and as I read over her comments and listened to her audio feedback with bated breath…

I soon found myself exhaling audibly.

I was content. Everything she critiqued constructively, I got. And everything she positively commented on…

I was beyond excited.

I had hope. My dream, was realised. The foundation of my story, that started in my head over 7 years ago, was recognised as worthy, visual, important, not just by me, but by a professional.

That is HUGE in my book. Of mammoth value.

Her words are echoing in my mind, and in so doing, my pen name is suddenly shining bright in flashing lights.

:):):)

 

#1164 Sisters hit Sassafras

Today was well overdue.

ALL the best days are.

Best outings. Best catch-ups. Best times with the best people.

Sis and I caught-up and headed into the Dandenong Ranges for coffee, food, and then more food…

But more important than anything we consumed, was the talking. The open-heartedness. The breaking down of walls. The happiness in sharing your thoughts with someone, speaking openly and honestly and knowing there is no judgment, only love and hope for better things.

We hide things too often. We keep our woes close to our chests and in turn they burden our bodies. We carry these physical and mental stones, struggling in an uphill battle that sees us growing weaker and weaker, the further we climb with these massive boulders…

And then we fall, rolling spectacularly down the hill.

But then, there will be a hand. A hand outstretched to lift you up, help you out, and see to it that you will be on your way again.

With no stones. Just a hand to hold.

The hand I held today was my sister’s. β™₯