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We lost a dear friend of ours on Thursday, and my mind has been flooded with images and memories of him for the past two days. I plan to write about it at some point in the next week, but I want to let the grief settle a bit so that I am clear in my intention.  I want to find the right words – the perfect words – to express what he meant to us. This was no ordinary man in our lives, this was someone…exquisite. An angel, of sorts. And so all I can tell you right now is that the piece will be called “The Man at Table 34.”

On the writing front, I have been giving myself a hard time today, because my word count hasn’t progressed since Monday night. After mentally browbeating myself, I decided to take a look at what I did accomplish this week.

On Monday, I completed a chapter that was really testing me.  The section I had to finish was mostly dialogue, and I think I was a little intimidated by that. I almost decided to put it off till Tuesday, and just go to bed. But instead, I sat down at my computer and switched my brain to neutral. An hour later, I had almost 1,300 words, and my chapter was done. And I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

On Tuesday, I launched a writer’s group with my mother and sister-in-law, which is something we’ve talked about doing for a while. We shared writing ideas, worked on plans to collaborate on a series, and enjoyed a great bottle of Martinelli Zinfandel in the process. Oh, and I can’t forget the *yummy* cheese & meat tray from my friends at  The Green Market. All in all, a pretty good night.

On Wednesday I got caught up on some “real” work. I do the book work and other “behind the scenes” jobs that go along with owning a restaurant. Before we had our son I worked in the restaurant alongside my husband almost every day,  and I dearly miss being with our clientele and staff.

In every job I’ve had till now, I have always been actively engaged with the public. Never in my life did I think I would be a bookkeeper. Ever. Let me stress this again: Not. Ever. When I worked on cruise ships, I was not the Purser; I was the Cruise Director. And there is a BIG difference in the type of people who gravitate toward these positions. But, I can work from home and choose my hours, so I guess it’s a pretty good trade-off. Anyway, while my novel did not progress on Wednesday, I did my book work and got some bills paid. Whew!

On Thursday, I met my marketing deadline of the week and launched my blog. Sure, it was time I could have spent writing, but I had every intention to spend the evening hurling words across the keyboard like a madwoman. Sadly, right around 6:00 pm I learned about our friend’s death, and I just couldn’t focus on writing fiction anymore.

Friday was one of those weird days. You know, the kind that seems like you have all the time in the world, only to find that it’s suddenly 7:30 pm and you’ve had limited productivity. Or zero, as it happens. I did get in a great game of charades with my six-year-old son, Giovanni, though. That was pretty fun.

So now it’s Saturday evening, I’m here at the keyboard, and I don’t know what to write. I’ve spent the afternoon playing games on our Wii with Gio, and thinking about my book when it wasn’t my turn. But now I’m looking at the pink post-it note fixed to my monitor that says, “87 DAYS ’til JUNE 1st,” and I can’t stop looking at it. What happened to 112 days? Or even 97? Back then, 80-100K words didn’t seem so daunting to achieve by my self-imposed deadline. But 87 days? Yikes!  It’s seriously time for me to get writing – which I will, right after I play another round of Wii Bowling with my son.


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