Lately, when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about my character and what she’s going to do next. She’s constantly telling me things- she wouldn’t wear that, she doesn’t talk like that, she’s a prankster, she kicks ass. Blah, blah, blah. As a matter of fact, the only time she seems to leave me alone is when I’m writing about her life.
I am doing the Happy Dance.
Sade is releasing a new cd on Feb. 8th.
It will be endlessly looped for days on end- loudly. I wonder how much notice I need to give the neighbors?
Maybe Sade and I can road trip together. Have a mini vacation. Just me and Sade. In the car for hours on the open road. Like Thelma and Louse, but without the crazy shit, and with non-stop singing.
Gotta go. I have much to do before Sade’s arrival.