Thursday afternoon.

Feeling so happy after my late lunch. Hemingway says hunger is a discipline, so I usually write on an empty stomach. This definitely paid off for me this morning when I spent like 2 or 3 hours banging out my new script at the cafe.

Hashtag Inspired!

I am soooooo here for it. Real life be damned! I don’t need answers to questions I’m not asking. I just needed a bit of Irish magic to inspire me to write again. And I got that. So there!

Now the only question left to ask is, “What had your feathers all in a ruffle over what I could potentially say about you and your associates, Mr. Rooster?”

[sits at the table giggling to herself again]

Wow, what a ride! That was fun! Can we do it again?

[continues giggling to herself]

Anyway, I’m just relaxing now. Writing that took so much out of me. I just want to chill at home and watch Emily in Paris for the 90 millionth time. My last few rewatches have all been in French, so I’m taking a turn in English. It’s different this time. Somehow, she’s come around on me. Maybe now I can relate more to her naïveté now that I’m “Betsey in SEA” instead of “Betsey who has already been to Paris four times.” Now I am the illiterate-but-well-intentioned idiot everywhere I go. My, how the tables have turned.

Off to rest my eyes now. Feeling good about the fact that I wrote something substantial, finally, even if it’s just a one-off dumb little thing. It could always snowball into something bigger!

I’m in such a good mood right now. I just love writing stories. I finally feel inspired again after soooooo many years of darkness. I worked so hard to get here. It feels so good! Better than sex. So much better than sex.

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Eating a bowl of Hot Beef Stew!

As we say on the Rez….. Ayyyyyyyye!

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