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Mischief Managed

For the next two weeks, we are hosting Nonna! "Nonna" is my infamous mother-in-law, who has recently recovered from a hip replacement and has taken up a new hobby of dating men she's met at a reggae club. Nonna looks a lot like my husband, but with more glitter, hair bleach, and decades of life. She is a rip-roarin' good time.

Nux Gallica and I have been showing Nonna how to stalk people on Facebook, baking cookies from a recipe Nux learned from a Cookie Monster video game, and watching PG-13 movies. Who you gonna call?

Christina and I agree: Holtzmann is the hottest thing since ghost pepper pizza.

We do our family partying in the daytime. At night, Nux and I read a chapter of Harry Potter and go to bed while Nonna puts on her glitter and waits for her bestie, a local judge, to give her a ride to a dive bar for all-night dancing.

Nux and the Mister and I don't party as much as Nonna these days, but we are having friends over, playing inappropriate word-based card games (that really motivate Nux to sound out those letters), and continuing to get our work done. (It's hard to get time off of our three day jobs all at once, but we make it worrrrrrk!)



 (Nux did this to Jeff and also took the second picture.)


AND, inspired by Nonna's ability to get all her important stuff done while having a good time and talking about it to anything that holds still long enough, I am having a good time with my novel (and my life) while sticking to my writing regimen.

As of today, I'm 150 pages into The Grove! The whole document, including some notes for the last chapters that extend beyond those 150 pages, is at about 90,000 words. Holy bovines, I am going to finish this thing!

Hanging out with Nonna is obliterating my anxieties about who will read this book and what they will think about me. Life is too short--and too long--to stress about who might not support one's dreams and why.

Happy summer!

little Tank Girl with glitter stickers
one of the neighborhood hawks on a favorite perch

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  1. P.S. Ghostbusters is so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooooooooooooood! Nux Gallica gives it a handstand and two big toes up.

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  2. So happy you guys are rockin' and rollin' this month. And I can't wait to read that new MS! <3

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