Writing Wrongs

May 20, 2004

I have never seen so many boxes. One reason we havenít been able to clean the basement is there isnít any room to clean. Itís all boxes, all the time. Bob doesnít know Iím even cleaning this week. Heís gone at Tech Fest. I thought it would be a nice surprise. I also thought Iíd be a lot further along.

I didnít count on the boxes. He mentioned earlier he was keeping them for some reason, so I havenít tossed them (well, not too many of them at least--shh, itís our little secret). What he has planned, I cannot fathom. Unless itís some gigantic cardboard fort. Puts me in mind of a BNL song:

If I had a million dollars, I'd build a tree fort in our yard. If I had a million dollars, you could help it wouldn't be that hard.

Of course, if I had a million dollars, I wouldnít be the one cleaning out the basement.

Writing Progress: Inching through that scene in Accidental Cheerleader. The file is still on my MobilePro, so how many words Iíve written will have to remain a mystery.

What Iím reading: By the weekend, I hope to be sufficiently recovered from my stint in the basement to pick up a book again. In the meantime, Andrew has been entertaining me with the further adventures of Fluffy the Hamster.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:05 a.m.