Meg Dowell Writes

Happy birthday, Cassie!

As of yesterday, I had 48,762 words. So I’m going to sit down and get to 50,000 today before I get too distracted by having a day off (again). I’m going to make my brother watch all of the Veggie Tales movies we have in our cabinet, since the conversation we had in the car on the way home had to do with the fact that he’s never seen any of them outside of Sunday school. I think that conversation started when we passed an entire field of dandelions. My dad started talking about how they’re totally not flowers and how their roots tangle everything, and I was like, “Yeah! Like the Rumor Weed!” Yep, I’m just awesome like that.

I can’t believe that Will Grayson, Will Grayson comes out tomorrow! YAY! I want it. I want it more than I want to publish a novel. I want it more than I want to turn my dang NHS hours in already. I want it more than all these scholarships trying to eat me and for my laundry to do itself. Gosh. I want it more than I want it to be the first real summer vacation I’ve had in over four years.

I know what you’re thinking: I should probably be concentrating on more important things, like my schoolwork and those AP tests I dreamed about last night. And my own novelage. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting to read a book every once in awhile. Tell that to my brother. All he does all day long is talk to people on X-box Live. Worst. Idea. Ever. I can’t study when he’s on the other side of the wall screaming like a girl.

Really, I would love to have this book done by the end of the week, or by the end of the weekend. If I get five thousand words a day in from now until then, it’s definitely possible. But we’ll see if that actually happens. Melanie is still in a tight spot at the moment. She can’t see Derek? What? And whose shirt was she wearing this morning? Exactly. There’s conflict all over the place in this thing.

But I guess it’s time for Veggie Tales! And laundry. And making my brother breakfast since my mom’s teaching this morning and my dad’s taking another vacation day off to go see a Sox game. It’s okay, though. I have Easter candy and an ostrich pen to keep me company. And Bob and Larry. Maybe I should try to actually get something productive done today.

Nah.

Love&hugs, Meg♥