So that's why they were so mad (I get it now)...

WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
It happened on a motorcycle



Before the motorcycle there was a yacht. A beautiful yacht docked by Sea World in San Diego. A beautiful yacht that I was invited to vacation on because--before the motorcycle-- I was such a "nice, quiet, polite girl".

Before the motorcycle I went with my friends (who had invited me to stay on their yacht) to Disneyland. We had fun. We met boys. We invited the boys to meet us later at the yacht (my friends' parents were staying on a big ultra fancy yacht while we girls stayed on our own private little baby yacht) the boys agreed.

Before the motorcycle my friends and I sat on our own private little baby yacht and waited for the boys. Then they...um...he came. He as in the boy that I had met. He was the only one who showed up.

Before the motorcycle I walked with this boy up the dock and out to the parking lot.

And then... the motorcycle

I climbed onto the back of it and held on tight to this boy that I hardly knew (lets face it, I didn't know him at all) and sped off with this boy I didn't know at all into the dark night of a town I didn't know at all.

I was 15.

After the motorcycle I walked hand in hand with this boy back to the little baby yacht only to find THE FRIENDS' PARENTS WAITING THERE FOR ME (the friends told them I was in the bathroom. They were beginning to think I had a digestive disorder)!

After the motorcycle... yadda, yadda, disapproving unhappy yadda...

I never got invited to vacation on a yacht again.

And he's off...

My boy was safely deposited at the MTC (missionary training center) last Wednesday. We enjoyed a wonderful family vacation together taking him up to Utah. A vacation that I will write about in segments as time permits (I seem to be very busy these days). But as my phone has been broken for over a week now (I dropped it and broke it in half) I thought I'd better give at least a quick report to tell y'all that the boy/man is on his way and doing fine (at least I assume he's doing fine. I can't rightly say that I know he's doing fine because he hasn't written to me yet. I know--right. The little stinker).

Yeah, I hear ya...

WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
I wish I would have…describe a time when you didn’t take action, but later wished you would have.
OR...
Describe a time when you realized that you needed to take action to save yourself from future regret.




"I don't care if I never have a book published." I told Rick not too long ago. "In fact I don't really care if I never finish revising my book or if I never write another one. I'm happy just writing my blog. It gives me my writing fix for the day and that's good enough for me." And I meant it too.

Until...

I didn't write on my blog for awhile and wouldn't you know it... MY CHARACTERS CAME OUT TO PLAY. They danced up and down my spine, tickled my nose and caused a whirlpool of excitement to churn around in my tummy. It seems they've missed me and after sufficient begging (seriously, they won't let me sleep) I agreed to come back to them.

What can I say, we're in love (my characters and I) and nothing can separate us (except for blogging, dirty dishes, laundry, children, reality TV, stopping to drive someone here there and everywhere, life... you know... whatever) we always find our way back to each other and oh, the reunion. There's really nothing better.

P.S. Later I'll tell you about another fun thing that happened to make me get back to writing.

P.P.S. I'm gonna have to figure out this whole blogging thing because it does give me my writing fix for the day and that's not good when you've got characters begging for attention. Hmm... what to do? What to do?