I've come to terms with the fact I've done most of my writing either sitting in a classroom, or eating at Chic-Fil-A. I don't know what it is, but I'm able to get through a ton of work sitting there. Matter of fact, guess where I'm writing this? You guessed it.
I always get people asking me what I'm even doing. They see the keys clicking away, throwing their curiosity through the roof. I'd wonder what I was doing too. I'm always focused and tapping away, losing hours of my life sitting in their dining room. It's not unheard of for me to sit through two different meal times.
On other news, I've managed to get eight chapters done with this new novel I'm working on. I'm trying to make it fun, exciting and entertaining. I want there to be a sense of dread, but the right amount of comedy to flesh it out. Maybe my brain is just burned out, because I only spent twenty minutes working on the story this time.
I also ended up spending a good chunk of my time getting my party planning business matters in order. I live a busy life. Spent my Friday at the banks, Saturday will be spent in Bel Air at Suzie's Fest, and Sunday at brunch with friends. Cinco De Mayo, ladies and gentlemen.
Don't forget, I got that book reading and signing coming up in two weeks at Irina's Crepes in Glen Burnie. I'm pretty excited about that.