Meanwhile, in writingland maybe my next story will be about being a mom during a pandemic. Just as exciting as being a mom in regular times, only with more germs, and a bread machine.
It has been an interesting last two years that is all I want to say about that.
Now about the writing-- everytime I think I have an idea it turns into the same story. Some woman vaguely my age, somehow acquires, through weird circumstances because she can't actually afford to buy it on her own, a fantastic house. I get a few chapters written and then realize I don't have an actual plot...
The other day while I was working on some genealogy thing, I thought of a mystery story involving trying to find a great-aunt who was married at least six times (nope, not based on my real great-aunt the serial marry-er, nuh-uh) but then as I was plotting in my head it evolved into acquiring a house again...
Writing Muse can we just stop with the acquiring a house story thing? I've probably tried to write that story ten times in the last decade and it never goes anywhere. Please send me something else. A new idea. Not involving a house. No houses. I don't care if it's beautiful, and old, and neglected, and just needs to be loved, and if it only had the right owner--stop it. No more house stories!
The end, until I remember I have a blog again in a few weeks...
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