FRIDAY STIR FRY - Oops - Make That Saturday

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Yeah, I forgot it was Friday. Well, I knew it was Friday, I forgot I was supposed to blog. To be fair, I was still in a turkey coma. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Or, if you don't celebrate the holiday, you at least found something to be thankful for. After all, that's what it's all about (although the eating part is pretty great).

Here is my list of thankfulness.

1. Family. Even though they don't live close by, I at least get to talk to them on the phone or see posts on Facebook.
2. Friends to spend the day with. What a great bunch of people.
3. A roof over my head as humble as it may be.
4. A job I hate. Sounds weird, but really, not many people like their jobs. I'm blessed to have one.
5. A car to drive to that job.
6. America. I don't go around waving flags and such, but even with all our country's faults and troubles, I'd certainly rather live here than Syria.
7. Which brings me to freedom. I can dress however I want. I can go wherever I want. I can read whatever I like.

That's pretty much it. Take a moment and compile your own list. I guarantee it will make you feel better about life.

FRIDAY STIR FRY - My Muse Needs A Watch

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The end of CampNaNoWriMo is near and I can guarantee you I won't make my word count. Mostly because I've deleted more words than I've written. Which is a big no no.

But . . . in my defense, if I didn't fix this thing by re-arranging and removing words, it would languish in my computer until the end of days. And nobody wants that. I know you all are anxiously awaiting this book. Right?

Back to the real reason for this post. My muse really needs to pay attention to what time zone I'm in. When I'm struggling with my story, she tends to show up at 3:00 am. Really?? You know I have to get up in a few hours and go to work. If I turn on the light and write your idea down, I'll never get back to sleep. And nobody wants to deal with a sleep deprived Wanda.

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Sometimes I remember what she told me. Sometimes not. This time, I retained it. Maybe because it was a perfect twist and ending to this story I've been struggling to finish.

Many people say their muse hits them in the shower. That happens to me, also. Not nearly as annoying as 3 in the morning. I usually remember those ideas until I can dry off and get a pen and paper.

When does your muse hit you up side the head?