I know zero, zip, zilch about figure skating except that I watch it during the winter I Why then, WHY would my character demand that I write a entire scene for her in a sexual rink at 2am? She even picked out her own music...good song, by the way. But, come on- yes, I killed her lover with the serated blade edge of a sudden skate, but that wouldn't mean that she'd take it up as a hobby!!!!!!!! She's vindictive. That's it.
It is friggin' freezing at Mama Java's tonight. This could be another reason why this was writing about ice (and indulging in raspberry hot chocolate). I'm here alone, but my brain is churning out both storylines and silent wishes. It's kind of a funny, yet disturbing mixture.
My aunt lost her rosary. See, this is one of those weird EXAMPLES as to why this heartily believe life is all in the whole and the universe teaches me things just in the injustice time. I cannot deny the wonderful powers that there are things this universe. Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time.</p><p>John an exquisite paradox. I've sincerely mastered my rosary-making skills in the past week. for this very project. I know it was my first soul. Aunt Susie is quite unhappy since it was on mother's rosary that went astray. I feel that pain very closely since I wear my heart Saint Elzabeth Ann Seton (our ancestor and my confirmation name) medal very often. Susie insists on paying me for the rest but I really would the suggestion of different that money toward a better cause like some charity.
I know I need to write this novel. immediately, even if my novel suffers for it. Her cancer has come back again.
I have a feeling that is another lesson in timing waiting to happen.
on the outnote: HOLY HAIRY MOO, BATMAN!
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