Over the river and through the woods – the family from Columbus, GA, is coming to Savannah for turkey day.  Well, they actually come on the paved road, but you catch the drift.  I’ve been piling in the groceries — my daughter and son-in-law have two high school age boys and a 6th grade girl and yes, they love to eat.  And play games which is great because I love to play Boggle, Rummy Cube, Triominoes , Pictionary, Nertz – you name it and we play it.  

I used to play games with my sister, Charlotte.  She didn’t like word games, but she loved card games:  rummy, canasta, poker, nertz.   And she  liked to stay up half the night.  Not me.  She’d tell me I could not go to bed, insisting it would simply spoil the fun.  I’d tease her, saying I needed toothpicks to keep my eyelids open.  I’d stay up just to keep her happy, and she would dance for joy when she beat me.

I’m sort of easing into the writing-marketing subject because I’ve had a bit of writer’s avoidance lately.  I’ve written a few poems, but I must admit I’ve let Tessa and Claudine sit on the shelf.  Every now and then I hear my characters calling out to me as if they wonder what happened.  They hang in limbo.  I admit that I’ve left them high and dry.  I had a note from a  long time, – I mean really long time friend,– this week.   He raked me over the coals.  I told him one of the characters in my new book is based on him, and now he is standing up for the guy, accusing me of deserting him.  The truth is, my friend is dead right.  I am guilty.  I have abandoned my book.  So, you have my confession. 

I told my friend I will not write him another message until I can report progress on my current novel and I hope that hell will not freeze over before that happens.    So it’s the same for this blog.  I intend to have some positive news about Tessa and Claudine in my next post.

By the way, does anyone else out there want to write but feel  themselves avoiding it?  

Bye for now.  I am adding a new soup recipe soon.  Lisbeth