I was writing!!
Yes, actually writing. Not just sitting down with the intention to write, then faffing around on Facebook. I wrote words!
This is a really good thing, and not just for the obvious reasons. I have had the hardest time trying to get back into writing Game On 3, so the breakthrough on Friday means I can go back at it today knowing it's not going to take me hours to settle into it. In fact, I am all ready to rock, and since my workload this week is so far non-existent, I'm hoping to crack on with it and MAYBE get it finished by the end of the week!
I know this post is short and to the point, but I can't wait to get back to it! Before I go - here's a small snippet of Bree's story!
After hanging out with the girls, I’d intended to spend a little time with Leah after Freya had gone back to work, but instead I made up a stupid excuse that I had to get home. She must have seen through it. What was I rushing back to? Jude was at work, and I didn’t have so much as a pet hamster to take care of. Even if I did have a pet hamster, it would probably have been taken care of by our housekeeper, just like everything else. I’d told Jude over and over we didn’t need to employ outside help. Or we could at least give her a couple days off. I probably couldn’t take care of our entire five bedroom, four bathroom, plus a million other rooms - including a panic room, a freaking panic room! - house alone. But I could help. Jude wouldn’t hear of it, though. He was cool with me cooking, but aside from a few small jobs, he insisted I let someone else do the work.
I should have been used to it. I’d been with him since I was eighteen, and lived with him since I was seventeen. He’d always treated me like a princess, and I loved him for it. I’d needed someone like him in my life, someone who cared about me unconditionally. When I first moved in with him, we didn’t start dating right away. In fact, he was real careful to keep his distance. I knew why. He didn’t want to be like the other guys in my life who used me and threw me away. Instead, he moved me into his biggest guest room and allowed me to wander around his house, not even slightly worried I’d steal all his shit while he was at work. Not that I ever would have, but I liked that he knew that about me.