Hey, it is the day after, after Thanksgiving. We stayed home today and did a few household chores and watched Good Times episodes. I love me some Good Times. Other than that, I've been in my pjs all day looking for stuff to get into when I knew I should be outside raking the yard. I hate yard work every since I stated seeing creepy crawlies out there. They freak me out and the yard has gone to hell. If I had the extra money, I would pay a service to take care of it.

I've started on a new book called the Fiction Class. The writer added writing exercises and I have been trying them out. I still don't feel that motivated to actually start my own stories but maybe if I keep with the exercises my muse will re-awaken from her long nap and kick prince procrastination in the butt and out of my life!

I want to write some stuff that is a bit more personal but I'm afraid someone will one day read my nonsense and see who I am. So far no hits but who knows. So, I guess I will keep the juicy stuff in my head or my notebooks stuffed between my other bits of twaddle.

Well, I guess that is it for now. I can't think of anything else to say. Story of my life. I'm so dry I'm about to break off into tiny bits of pieces and float away.......

Until next time