Actually, it’s not that dramatic. My In-Laws are coming into town for the 4th of July weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I love them to death, but their arrival will mark several days in which I might not be able to write. THAT sucks.
I really really want to write too. I am still going strong on Newy. See, there is a large amount of guilt that I struggle with, since I haven’t worked on, or even thought about Tristan. All I think about is Newy. Or Zombies. (Way to get your story in my head, Natalie
I told my sister that I was working on a new story, and she was like, “Oh, Renee.” I think they think that I am just the impulsive type who will never finish a story. I mean, I did finish Tristan. But I haven’t finish finished. Oh well. There is only one way to prove them wrong.
**QUICK DISCLAIMER** Becca: If you are reading this, I don’t mean that you are the person who thinks I am “the impulsive type who will never finish a story.” I think I might have phrased that wrong. Ben’s the only one who referenced my “impulsive nature,” however I worry that everyone is thinking it inside, even if they don’t say it. Insecurities. Insecurities. You’ve always beleived in me, though, Becca. A fact for which I am always grateful.