Finally Friday

It has been a wild couple of weeks…so before we get to the best part of a Friday (fantasy of course) a quick update on all the goings on.  Long story short:  drove to Georgia, nabbed my best writer friend and her daughter, headed for New Orleans to meet up with another long-time writer friend and go to their writers’ group meeting. So much fun.  Great people, great time.

Before we came home, we went to Pas Christian beach and it was wonderful to see the ocean there. So many memories shared.

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Horrendous storms on the way back…think hour upon hour of torrential rains so heavy that cars were barely doing 25-30 on 70-75mph freeways.  Nonetheless, we all got home safely, and that is what really matters.

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Now, back in the Lowcountry, autumn pounced upon us and I am less than thrilled to bid my beloved summer farewell and accept autumn’s chilly embrace. This too shall pass.

Meanwhile, there are books to be written and decisions to be made. NaNoWriMo hovers on the horizon, beckoning writers with the hope of many MANY words to be gained.

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What to write?  I could, perhaps even should, try to finish up Truian’s story.   50K ought to do it.  And yet there is the lure of getting a good jump on Aedin’s story, the sequel to Khyr’s book.  And in the background Mathias and Ronyn are both begging to have their turn.  Decisions.  Decisions.

 

 

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Miles and miles of Memories

Yesterday I spent the day driving to Georgia. Alone. It was rather odd, as I have not gone anywhere without a child along for a really long time.  Then, as I zipped along the country roads, reveling in each new vista, the character of each small town, the beauty of marsh and meadow and forests, I found myself embracing the experience.

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A new sense of freedom, a chance to embrace my passion for the unknown, to look beyond the next turn in the road…it was thrilling. I rediscovered a part of ‘me’.

At the end of the day; familiar faces and big Southern hugs and smiles awaited me.  A sense of ‘coming home’ as I shared the evening with my dear friend and her family. But my day wasn’t over’; surprise! we went and got haircuts.  It has been years since I went to a beauty shoppe. I am a very low-maintenance kinda gal, and my hair is a reflection of my hippie roots, ha.  But now I have 8″ less length, layers, and, for the first time in ages…bangs.  It turned out to be more fun than scary, and I am amused with my ‘new look’.

Today, we got up early and drove from their home in Georgia, through Alabama, and a teeny bit of Mississippi, to New Orleans.  No longer alone on my adventure, we laughed, talked, and discussed a hundred different topics. The drive never got boring, and the places we saw were lovely to share.  Cotton fields white with cotton waiting to be picked.

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Wide marshes beneath bridges that stretched seemingly without end across their waters. A small grey fox in the tall grass along the road. Angus and Charolais cattle grazing in rolling pastures. Ancient cemeteries and quaint town squares.  A patchwork of Americana to embrace and remember.

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Tonight, seafood, gumbo, jambalaya, and sweet tea in New Orleans with more friends and other writers. Tomorrow….a new adventure awaits.

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Life is sweet… just slow down and embrace the moments that will become enduring memories.