Tuesday, May 22, 2012

May Madness

I can't believe May is almost over. I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off the entire month, and June doesn't look like it's shaping up to be any better.

I got back on Sunday from paradise. No, not some tropical island. What lowly garden gnome would have the money for that? I mean my writer's group annual retreat. Three days of nothing but writing and eating and kibitzing and writing some more. All where they feed you and there's no monster laundry pile hiding behind every corner ready to pounce on you when you innocently walk by. (I think that may be my favorite part about the whole thing.) 

I got lots of editing done, talked and ate with good friends and mentally recharged as a writer. But as soon as I walked through the door at Chez Quinn, all that came to a screeching halt.

One of the things that ground everything to a standstill was I found a deer tick on the oldest urchin. Those of you who've hung around here for a while know what that did to me. So yesterday morning was taken up entirely with the doctor and pharmacy before dropping her off at school at lunch time.

My scheduled is jam packed until at least the middle of June, but I really want to try and keep my momentum going. So far the magic eight ball has decreed that, "outlook doesn't look good". (stupid, frickin' magic eight ball) But I continue to believe that I will prevail. We'll see how long that lasts.

So what gloriousness and/or madness is going on in your neck of the woods?


M.J. Fifield said...

My sister was recently diagnosed with Lyme disease. I'm considering investing in giant hamster balls for me and my dogs so I can avoid any further contact with ticks of any kind.

Your writer's retreat does sound like paradise.

Ava Quinn said...

That is particularly sucktastic about your sister, Melissa. Sorry to hear it.

I want in on the ground floor with your ginormous hamster-ball scheme. *darts off to find checkbook*

Yes, I was there in paradise only two days ago, but it seems like an eternity. Maybe I need another Polka Apocalypse to fend off in order to distract me from my pining.

Susan Gourley/Kelley said...

Those durn ticks are dangerous. Hope you keep the ball rolling.

Ava Quinn said...

Thanks, Sue!

Mina Lobo said...

I'm thinking good thoughts for your baby girl!

I'd love to do a writers' retreat, but it's not in the cards, for the time being. Maybe someday! :-)

Some Dark Romantic

Jemi Fraser said...

Sounds like a great conference/retreat! I'd love to head to one of those one of these years! :)

Ava Quinn said...

@ Mina Thanks, Mina. She's a trooper, but I'm like, enough is enough already!

@ Mina and @ Jemi Our writing retreat is a little slice of heaven. I highly recommend one- even if you just grab some writer friends and do it at someone's house for the day.

Victoria said...

Man, Ava. I think you went to my house instead of yours...or something like that...No ticks here, but lots of other chaos...
Pack your bags. We're going back right now! Why does it feel like retreat was months ago instead of days?

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