So I told y’all about the outline I’ve done. It just so happens that I still like my story idea. This doesn’t happen often, so keep your bits crossed for me. My plan is to start writing the book on the 21st, because that’s when I’m done with the “hard” part of this huge production project I’m working on.

Speaking of. I have this project. It’s huge. Yesterday I felt like that Weird Al song, where he talks about wanting to eat glass and jump naked into nails, or something, instead of spending another moment with someone….substitute “working on this project” for “with someone” and yeah….that about covers it. Today went much better. And when we start filming tomorrow, it’ll be even more betterer. So I may just live.

Plus, it’s sorta cool, because this is the first big project I’ve managed (mostly) on my own, and it seems to be working (cut to WonderSpot: knocking EVERY piece of wood available to her (no, not a euphemism)). So it feels good. It also helps to feel good about something because I did not get into my Oh So Cool Writer’s Conference that I’ve been dreaming about for months. Which is sad, but not terribly surprising. There weren’t tons of spots open, and there were tons of people who applied. Still, it stings a big.

You know what helps with the sting? (Other than booze, JOHN. (Kidding, booze helps tremendously.)) Booking a 10 day vacation to Maui. Yes, yes I did. I just got off Expedia (dot coooooooooooooom) and everything. And I’m not staying in one of those “No-tell Motel”s that simply throws some Hawaiian flowers on the wall to distract you from the mold on the ceiling. No sir, ma’am.

I booked at the Westin Resort.

I know I’m being a bitch right now, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I’m so excited. And let me throw a bit of rationalization out here for ya: JS and I are insanely stressed. We’re both working crazy jobs - he’s taken on a temporary role he never wanted to help out some colleagues and friends, and I’m working a position that doesn’t technically exist yet and thus doesn’t pay me appropriately yet. Couple that with the personal traumas of the past few months and…we need a break. We need to get away someplace where we can just laze around, drinking Mai Tai’s for breakfast (OK fine, that’ll just be me) and worrying only about which SPF we remembered to bring down from the room.

If I could take y’all with me, I would. Well, maybe. Not to the same hotel, perhaps, but we could share the island OK, I’m sure. I know you could all use a tropical get away, too.

Now to either lose 20 pounds, or find a cute 1 piece that slims and adds cleavage (and by “adds,” I mean “creates from nothing.”) Any suggestions? You have 6 weeks. Aaaaaand. GO!

(I haven’t told him yet, but I’m going to ask John to guest blog for me while I’m gone. He has some great LA stories for y’all. Make him tell you about cleaning the oven…)

And in a totally unrelated note, my mother and I have been emailing over the past few days, and it’s been normal. Chatty. Sweet. No talk about me single handedly destroying our family and the Christian faith. And I’m very, very happy about this. I hope it continues, but I’m also trying not to read too much into it. She’s still angry and hurt, I’m sure (over what? yeah, that’s still the million dollar question), and I know healing isn’t instantaneous, but I think this is a good sign.

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