As I said in my post last Monday, I’m working diligently on editing my WIP before my out-of-town company arrives on Thursday. I feel like I’ve been down a rabbit hole where no one and nothing else exists but letters, words, phrases. Not to forget characters who are wearing out their stay in my imagination.
I move back and forth from chapter 24 to chapter 32, then back to 26. Wait…this was suppose to happen…oh yeah…I forgot, I went back two chapters and it happens later. Ahh! I’m surprised my hair isn’t thinning.
So, I took a quick jaunt out to Target to buy something I needed for the house. As I’ve written before on my blog, people here (in Florida) aren’t as friendly as where I grew up (in the Midwest). I never really made any close friends since moving here two decades ago. Going out and doing things usually includes me, myself and I. Except, on the weekends when my husband can join me.
I needed to get to the middle of the superstore to find my item, and noticed women shopping with friends, mom and grown daughter, little kids. I seemed to be the only one alone. I thought … it’s a good thing I’m friends with myself. It took a while for me to get to know me, and I’m not so bad.
I realized how isolated I’ve been in my writing, when I came across a rare, friendly cashier. With no one in the line behind me, we chatted up a Florida storm. I couldn’t believe it when she told me she had six grown sons. I thought my mother-in-law had it tough with four sons.
We talked about black Friday and how she has to work the Thanksgiving night shift. We joked about how we didn’t need anything bad enough to shop on black Friday.
Turns out, my Target friend was from the Midwest. Okay, back to editing. Sigh.
P.S. I apologize if I don’t reply to comments, have lots of editing to get to before Mom arrives. If you’re interested, I’ll share some of her visit. See you soon, Mom.