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Saturday, October 5, 2013
October 5th Challenge
it’s Christina –
Saturday morning! Sorry I didn’t get to my blog yesterday. I actually slept in
a little, and that threw off my routine for the whole day. I didn’t even
realize until this morning that I never posted a blog yesterday.
I was planning on heading down to the Collingswood Book Festival, but my
husband reminded me we were cleaning out the garage today. If he’s on board to
clean out the garage, I am NOT going to miss the opportunity! Our garage is
tiny. So tiny, that if I were to pull my van in, I couldn’t open the doors to
get out of the van. Obviously we cannot use the garage for what it was
intended, so it is a catch all for just about everything. And the “everything”
has gotten out of hand. My goal is to fill up our dumpster and to double the
walkway we currently have.
project will probably take us all day, so my hubby isn’t going to get to sleep
until noon today. He’s not going to be too happy about that, but tough. If I
let him sleep until noon, then he’ll want his coffee and he’ll start reading
the paper, then more coffee. He might flip on the tv while he’s reading, then a
college game will come on and he’ll get interested, and there go all my plans
for a clean garage! Nope. Not happening. I’ll let him sleep until 9:30 and then
we can get this show on the road!
hope you have a wonderfully productive Saturday, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
“You’re crazy! I’m not going in there.”
Kyle dug in his heels at the edge of the dock.
“Quit being such a wuss.” Jeremy
teased. “We do it all the time.”
“No,” Kyle corrected. “We used to do it
all the time. I haven’t been in that lake since…”
Jeremy laughed. “Are you kidding me?
You seriously believe that stupid urban legend?”
“Say what you want. Think what you
want. I don’t care. I’m not going in there.”
The conversation played over and over
in Kyle’s mind as he stood on the shore, mesmerized by the red and blue
flashing lights reflected off the water. Why
didn’t I tell him what happened three years ago? Why didn’t I make him come
back to the cabin with me?It doesn’t
matter, it’s starting again. It would have gotten Jeremy, no matter what I did
Next Challenge is:
You and your sibling(s) are out raking leaves…
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.