So here I am with a perfect Sunday morning, and I'm alone. And I mean perfect. I was starting to wake up, when I received a text from Mr. Hopeful. What a wonderful way to wake up. We chatted while I got out of bed, and made coffee and put bacon in the oven. We're still chatting as I write and drink my perfect cup of coffee with the best peppered, applewood smoked, thick cut bacon I've had in a long time. I feel very honored he is spending this time with me. He knows my Sunday mornings are my time to write and spoil myself with whatever special treat I happen to have around. It's where I hope the blog writing will continue to novel or playwriting, not on line games, or Pinterest or other time wasters. But I'm a writer and so easily distracted.
But maybe today it will. I wrote yesterday for the first time in many months. And I finished what I hope to be the last draft of the first chapter of my fantasy novel. And when I say it like that it makes me want to edit. So, since I have to still get errands done and hit the 4pm movie of Lawrence of Arabia in 70 mm at the Music Box theater, I think I'm going to write. Thanks, Mr. H.