A year ago today, I started this blog. I was gonna get all mushy and thank everybody, especially my friends over at Ink and Doodle, where a Friday column called Ruminations eventually turned into this blog, and then I was gonna find all kinds of cool links to brilliant writing advice and stuff, and it was just going to be a grand celebration.
And then Jonathan broke his ankle.
Yeah, that pretty much put a damper on the writing for the evening. Mental note: why do broken ankles happen on Saturday nights when I'm being the responsible adult? Yeah I'm razzing you, Miss Annie. Anyway, it wouldn't be a trip to the emergency room without the requisite viewing of a drugged out criminal in shackles being shadowed by his police guard, but that's another story.
So here we are, home again. Jonathan is being all hard core and refusing pills. He's calculated joyously that he won't have to walk the dog, and I pointed out maliciously that when he's better, Christy will have a nice vacation from walking the dog. Pays me now or pays me later, baby.
Anyway, probably in the history of the world, no one has broken an ankle at a Math Competition, so this is a first. A few people in the ER had already heard the news, so the wiseacre of a doctor wanted to know if the boy had tripped over some trigonometric calculations. Haha, he thinks he has jokes. Not.
So, I guess I'm not finishing the novel tonight, either.