There we go, two words I always seem to misspell, porridge and privilege, yes there's a "d" in the former and none in the latter. I was probably too tired to notice the little red line from spell check. Good news is I finally got some sleep, only up once last night and went right back to sleep afterwards. The solutions to my little character's problems are filling right in. Now I need to deal with the lower back pain from sitting at this thing for too long.
I remember when I had an elective in high school and decided to take typing. Filling my mother in on my choices for the year,she noticed the typing and said, "Why are you taking typing, you don't want to be a secretary when you grow up, do you?"
"Well, no," I replied.
"Then take acting, you're good at that."
So of course, I'm a stare at the keyboard, hunt and peck typist(heavy sigh)and it takes me eons to get everything put down correctly.
Lindsey, who's on this site as "I blog therefore I am," tells me not to get addicted. Too late, Lindsey, I'm hopelessly addicted to sending missives to cyberspace, even without a soul to read them. Reminds me of what my mom used to say about her music when I asked her about the jazz scene at the Hickory House in NYC where she played in my dad's band, Joe Marsala and his Chicagoans, "Most of the great stuff's out there," she said as she waved her hand in the air, indicating outer space and beyond.
Ah, well, so be it, maybe some of my great stuff will be out there as well.
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