Tag Archives: THE BOY

Empty Nest No More

So after two years, our empty nest is full. Or somewhat full. Or as full as a 17-yr-old niece can make it.
ON (Oldest Niece), as she chose to be called here, is now a Rider Raider. It’s been quite the last 10 days to say the least.
Today ON got a taste of Auntie’s kind of parenting.
There’s a boy…
Geez, it’s been a long time since I’ve worried about boys. DD is nearly 22. I can worry all day long, but she’s going to do what she’s going to do. So a year ago I quit worrying about her boy and switched to prayer alone.
ON’s another story.
I “encouraged” ON and the boy to hang out in the newsroom this morning before school. I think he thought he was getting away without the interrogation. I waited until 5 minutes before the bell just so I could watch him. And then I asked him to come talk to me for a few minutes. ON groaned. It was hilarious.
I have no idea if the boy is interested in talking to ON outside of school or not. If he is, he gets to run the Uncle Gauntlet. DH gets people right away. He’s always right. I made sure ON knows the boy will have to meet Uncle.

If you’re a praying person, prayers are greatly appreciated for us and ON. If you’re not, positive thoughts work, too!

I plan on blogging more regularly again now that things seem to be settled.

Telling, not showing, but words were written

4456 words total after tonight’s writing. A little less than what I was hoping for with development. I have lots of story work to do. Not sure about writing a skeleton first. I’ve not worked like this before. Very different.
Interesting plot twist came to me after I’d wrapped up last night. I sort of worked it into the story tonight. It’s lots of tell no show right now. Usually dialogue is one of my strengths, but even that is missing right now. I’m keeping a notebook with me all the time just in case those plot ideas hit.
I have a big meeting tomorrow at 4. Prayers appreciated.

“Think of me as an other-wordly life coach instead of a guardian angel if it helps. Guardian Angel sounds way too nice for a girl like me anyway.” —Sharlene