Weekend Writing

Friday, Saturday and Sunday went by in a blur of loud music, stage lights and impossibly fast costume changes.  Yes, it was yet another dance competition and our last one for two months.  Despite the hectic schedule and my sleep deprived giggle-fits, I managed to write a little.

Some of my most brilliant phrases of the weekend were scribbled across the back of makeup removal wipes and even a tissue or two, I'm still not certain if my daughter had previously used them, but I was desperate.   If a love scene can sound good written on a used Kleenex is should sound brilliant on paper...or so I hope.

I wrote.  It may have been on various forms of paper-like materials, but I wrote.  I'm proud of that.