It's been another crazy and slightly bad week.
I had to change the ending of my novel because well the ending sucked. So now I need to restructure the entire plot to fit the new ending. That will only take an extra month or so I figure. Not like I'm on a deadline or anything.
Oh wait, I am.
My favourite tag team has started to blog. Some of it good, some of it random. I mean really random. Which has opened up a whole new theory and set of topics with my buddies. You can read about some of it here
This blog, was suppose to be my get away blog. The blog I was building to replace my main one on my other account. Somehow, things didn't work out that way. I seem to have lost me again. Which is happening alot lately. I'm having a mid life crisis or something. I'm not even sure. I just know I've managed to gain 4 pounds this week from all the cooking I've been doing. Spending more time sitting in the kitchen, cooking, reading, and just not thinking. Not dealing with anything. Bad I know. Maybe that's what the 4 of Swords has been trying to tell me for the last month. Rest. Rest and regroup. For what I have no idea.
I just keep thinking about the scene in Under the Tuscan Sun when she buys the house. The fact everything points to the house. I guess I am just waiting for some sort of sign to point me to whatever my "house" is suppose to be right now.