Melinda Morley

(Here is a pic of the hot trucker I did NOT meet.)

So, the week is over. And yesterday I drove home from St George, which is USUALLY a 5 hour drive. I had a few little car problems.

This involved stopping every two hours. Like clockwork, but not. And filling up the radiator with water. More than three gallons of water to be exact, but not.

I blame this on one of three things:

A- A hole in the radiator somewhere. I guess. Mystery hole wherever you are, reveal yourself because this car does not leak when it is parked OR when I’m only driving short distances.

B-The hills. The mountains. And eventually short inclines. Because it got to where every time I went up one, my car would overheat. Unless my car has the hots for hills. Wow. That was an incredibly bad joke and I’m leaving it, so that you can groan and moan over it. I’m nice like that. Also, I never realized how MANY hills there are between here and St. George. Ridiculous number. Really. They could have tried a little harder to smooth it out. Well, at least I’m not a pioneer with a handcart. That’s what I tell myself when my car is overheating. And I guess it would make me feel better if I really thought about it, but I was too worried about getting stranded and getting picked up by some trucker. Oh. Deer.

3- (And I think this is it.) My car is simply possessed. I was hearing weird voices when I drove to St. George. In the dark. With no one but truckers and a few stray deer as my companions. I just spelled that dear. Hmmm. Freudian slip? Let’s hope not. And so what if the voices were just a random radio station coming in and out of reception. It was fuh-reaky.

So, I’m back and alive. And really glad that I went. I feel refreshed. I got some positive feedback on my writing. I feel encouraged and motivated. In fact, I almost wish it were Monday already so that I could write. So, that is why you are getting some blog action, because I’m itching to finish my story.

My husband handled the week exceedingly well without me. I think this is an omen that I need to sign a book deal and go on tour. Because he can totally handle it. Five kids and he even made casserole and soup. Gotta love a man like that.

My youngest turned seven yesterday. I’m not sure how that happened and I’m going to punish him for growing up behind my back. So not okay. I just can’t think of a good punishment. If he weren’t so darn cute . . . .

Well, with my family being gone so much this month with their play practice, I will have my novel done in no time. And then onto the next. Good things are coming. I can feel it in my bones. Okay, not really, but it sounds kind of cool to say that. Like I can predict the future. Maybe I can. I’m just saying.

So, I met some great people at the workshop and felt like I learned a lot. I’m just itching to finish my book. Did I just say that?

Cause I am.

And then. I’ll get it published. And then. You can read it.

Deal?

Deal. (I said that for you, but I knew you’d say it if you were here. I know. I’m a little psychic. And psycho. It’s all good.)

Now I’m going to Ward Choir Practice. Even though I can’t sing, because I sang (belted really) most of the six+ hour drive home yesterday. That and I carried on some great conversations with myself and the deer. No truckers. I had to. I had to stay awake somehow.)

So, enough about me. How have you been?

Mel