The editor of the City Pulse just told me to tackle a local (Lansing) issue and send him the result.

This means he clearly liked my writing samples.

*implodes*

Once more, my muse disrupts my sleep. Once more, the stories I read cross with the stories in my head cross with the stories of my life cross with the stories…

The pen calls to me. It wails. What will I write?

has a shiny on her finger.

I am once again published in the City Pulse – if only a letter to the editor.  I really need to call them about writing for them.

Wedding plans are as solid as we can hope them to be, with much thanks to both sets of parents and all of our friends.  Just so we don’t pull our hair out, please RSVP.  :)  Even if you’re not coming, writing 0 in the number attending field will at least give us a more accurate count.

I’m waiting for the Aleve to kick in.  Afternoon headaches are the worst.  However, Song of Susannah by Stephen King really has my attention.

Today is a day for writing. Typing up the last chapters of the novel, finishing the editing on the mysterious project, and catching up.

Tomorrow I get to see the parentals. Saturday I have a cat scan on my sinuses. Sunday I have a party to attend.

This is gonna be an interesting four days. :)