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[primroseburrows]

It's Halloween. Samhain. And me, a semi-lapsed Pagan. I should be out dancing and chancing in the moonlight, gettin' my Witch on, but nooo. I have to spend the evening in Hell. Picture the scene: I'm trying to make not only the rest of the stuff for my herbal final tomorrow, but also the labels that go on them (which was actually harder than the actual recipes; there was much angsting for a time at Chez Primrose). Meanwhile, kids are knocking on my door right and left, and every. single. time, my dog decides that there are Intruders and barks. A LOT. VERY LOUDLY. So I'm back and forth between the computer, the kitchen and the front door with a pounding headache from my dog's vocalizing. *whinges on*

You may feel sorry for me now. I deserve it.

Wah.

P.S. A couple of the costumes were really cute. There were three older teens dressed like S'mores (a box of grahams, a bag of marshmallows, and a Hershey bar), and one itty bitty ickle Harry Potter. I fairly died of the cute.

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[peacey.livejournal.com]

Poor Kel. :( We must've had about 125+ kids for Halloween. It was nuts. One kid looked at the candy I tossed in the bag and thought it must not have been enough because he then asked for a dollar. Then three teenagers stole two of my three pumpkins (they would've stolen the third but I caught them red-handed.

Now, please feel sorry for me this morning because I got up at 4am because the creative juices are really flowing and I had to tear myself away from my writing to come to work. It felt like an amputation. I am so frustrated and so depressed and so just down-and-out sad that I'm sitting here taking calls instead of fulfilling my soul. Wah.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie. *hugs*

How's the story coming, anyway? I haven't had any updates.

[peacey.livejournal.com]

The story is still in its "gelatinous" stage. So many ideas for it assault me daily that I just stand in awe of it. From the framework I told you about now hangs a nearly fully fleshed out novel (well, actually two of them, though the second is less formed) that is so huge is scope that it scares the bejeezus out of me. My most recent inspiration was at church on Saturday when I saw the altar boy and was stunned that he *was* one of the characters. I carry around a little notebook everywhere I go so I can jot down notes when inspiration strikes and there I am in the pew scribbling away during the homily. The priest probably thought I was taking notes. :) The actual writing of it will begin next spring when I chose a shift where I work 10am - 7pm and can have my mornings to write. Right now I'm working 8am - 4:30pm and there's just no time. Thus my wallowing in self-pity yesterday morning. The writing I was doing then was just another little scenelet so my skills stay sharp.

You know, I still credit you with setting me on this story's path. One harmless little request: "I'd like to know more of their histories...." set my life's work in motion. Kisses, dahlink.