***Friday of Memorial Day Weekend Driving to NYC to have HUGE weekend excursion with the Urchins' Girl Scout Troop***
Me- silent for first ten minutes of four hour long trip in mini van with said Urchins and The Man.
Me (again)- **sigh** I have a motivation problem with my new heroine.
The Man- Bushy-eyed glance my way, then back to the road.
Me- after three minute silence- You know, I think I have a problem with my new heroine's motivation.
The Man- Oh.
Me- two minute silence, then- I'm thinking I might have a problem with my new heroine's motivation.
The Man- **most likely contemplating the ramifications of being an unwilling captive audience** Is that so.
Me- repeating statement in other ways for the next hour. (I am a writer after all, and can diversify my sentence structure.)
The Man- through gritted teeth- Would you like to talk about it?
***Two hours later after on and off brain storming, I'm not completely satisfied with my outcomes***
The Man- Can we talk about this later instead of in a torrential downpour on the NJ expressway?
Me- Oh. Sure!
***Two days of jam packed NYC activities with lots of little girls***
***Four Hour Drive Home***
Me- six minutes into drive home- I don't know if you've heard, but I'm having some motivation issues with the heroine of my new story.
The Man- White knuckling the steering wheel.
***Memorial Day- 8 minutes into our one and a half hour drive to Philadelphia for a family picnic***
Me- contemplative silence as I think about heroine.
The Man- Rumor has it that you're having motivational difficulties with your new heroine.
And that's one of the many reasons why I love that man o' mine!
I did partially work out some of the motivational issues for my new heroine, but need to research a bit to make sure they're plausible. I know you were dying to know. Which is why I love all of you!
Coming soon, my answers to the Leibster Award I was gifted by that cool cat Marci Koski of Fuzzy Undertones.
Until then, citizens!