So, there I was sitting at my dining room table (because I had to get my laptop out of the living room) with a room full of house guests (okay, just 2) and I find writing inspiration and have to open my story and start typing.
It was the weirdest thing.
I didn't think I would get to write for days while company was here and yet while they sat in my house, and I should have been conversing over coffee and cookies, I am writing pages of dialogue!
What a rude hostess I am.
It felt good to write though. Especially after a week of house cleaning, shopping and preparing for their visit.
Still getting the hang of this first person thing. Trying to be witty and interesting.
I have yet to let anyone read it though. Maybe when I get a little more accomplished.
Maybe I should go do that now!