Last night was my writing night. Mr. Humphries lets me take one night a week, and every other morning to write. No kids. No stress. Just me and my laptop at the bookstore or Starbucks. So last night, whilst typing my little heart out, my friend called to remind me it was Book Club Night. I thought, "Are you &(*&%! me?"
Then I remembered that I actually wanted to go. It was DIVERGENT night. She swung by and picked me up from Starbucks and off we went to our cute little church book club. The discussion was getting a little too existential for me, so I piped in with, "So what did you girls think about the sexual tension?" Let's just say a few people looked at me with the "Are you &*$#@! me?" look on their face.
We moved past that, had lovely desserts, and headed home (having our private conversation about sexual tension...and more). My friend pulls into my driveway, and I realize I forgot to get my car from Starbucks. We looked at each other and said, "Are you *%$#%! me?" Her husband was going to be late for his night shift and she couldn't take me back. My kids were asleep so my husband couldn't take me back either. So I jumped on my pink beach cruiser and pedaled my big A back up to Starbucks to get my car.
It got me thinking about writing. Have you ever got so busy writing out an exciting idea that you totally forgot about something rather important? Something essential? Which leaves you having to get on your bike at 10:00 at night, braving the wind, and sexual predators to pedal your big A uphill to correct it? Well, I have. And it makes you say, "Are you *&%$#! me?"