Today, while I would have loved to have stayed in bed to recover from the marathon writing session of the last 48 hours, has instead been spent running around like mad trying to get lots of stuff marked off my “must do before vacation” list.
Because tomorrow? My ass is out of here.
An entire week. Ahhh.
I just wish it was two.
is finished 
Man that was a fun book. Lots of blood and ass kicking and action and more ass kicking.
And just because I’m sleep deprived and grumpy…the only thing that annoys me more than someone lecturing (or pontificating) is someone self-righteously lecturing. 
I freely admit that girly endeavors like shopping send me screaming in the other direction 
Tomorrow, however, is the big shopping day at Chez Maya. 
Vacation is fast approaching so shopping must be done for that. But wait. The RWA conference is also fast approaching, as in when I get back from vacation, I have like a week before I get back on a plane and head west again. Soooo, appropriate attire must be purchased for that occassion. 
Yeah, flip flops and jeans don’t cut it for all the events.
So uh yeah, shopping. Tomorrow. All day event. God help me…
My daughter is rolling in girly glee. I, however, am whining.
I love summer time in the south. I love the almost daily thunderstorms that blow up suddenly from nowhere. The deep rumble of thunder, the quick darkening of the sky and then a burst of rain that lasts all of five minutes before it all clears away and there’s no sign that a thunderstorm rolled through. The build up is the best though, because I can hear the storm coming from miles away so I get to enjoy the thunder as it gets closer.
Today I’m writing. Lots and lots of writing. Yesterday I wrote 5 scenes to catch up the subplot in Into the Lair and then threaded them into the main storyline. Today I’m forging ahead as I count down to the finish date and then VACATION, which incidentally begins next Thursday, July 3rd. I can’t bloody wait. 
So yeah, I’m writing (typing) and listening to the thunder roll across the sky 
so today hubby turned the big 4-0. I like to tease him unmercifully and tell him he’s married to a young chick while I am married to an old fart 
I’m mean that way…
