Self, you need to get your butt in gear. If you don't write, you can't sell. If you can't sell, you can't make it to the NY Times best seller list. Oh, but wait. Newspapers are in trouble. Soon they will be no more.
I have a hard time seeing a world without my hubby sitting on the couch with a newspaper in front of him. Will he actually have to talk to me? Ha! There's always TV. I have no right to complain. If I'm not in front of this computer, I'm in some dream land trying to work out a scene or, like now, trying to figure out a way to rewrite the first two chapters of The Vision Master, all the while knowing I need to write Fire Dance to finish off the Fugue Macabre trilogy.
Tomorrow we're going to the casino. Nope. We don't have money for the machines, but we have coupons for a free buffet and $15 free play. Now, I'm not stupid. I know I'll end up putting at least a $20 in the machine. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I'd win enough to buy that Kindle I want so badly?
To be honest it's just getting out of this house which makes the trip important. And who knows. It may be what my brain needs to get started again.