WHY IN THE HELL I do what IN THE HELL I DO….

WHY ASK WHY? 

I haven’t been seriously blogging or writing about Florida things lately because we have been living day to day.  We made all our payments this month.  Miracle or hard ass work.  Your choice.  Or maybe it is a bit of both.

Living in Florida daily Paradise means you live day to day and pay bills.  Reality payments are just as important as a road trip.  Fighting hard to make people credit your accounts after your payments that seem a miracle is very hard fought.  I have been fighting to get bills paid and make sure that Hub the ATtorney’s clients show up and pay him.  This is a whole another job and well, not my fav fab thing to do sometimes.

There may or may not be light blogging this weekend– just because I am still transcribing over 100 pages of a project that I wrote long hand.  I did this because it came out that way and now,  I am paying for it.

What is it?  It is my writing project.  And you really don’t think  that I was going to tell you about something that I have yet to copy write  and register as mine?

It is not easy.  Building the momentum to keep going  between the daily living in our Paradise  is hard work and tedious.   Being faithful enough to know that it is mine and no one else’s  is a feeling you only get by keep going.

I have got to keep driving at this one.  Because at the end of it all and at the end of this notebook that I wrote in once upon a scribble last fall,  I was done.  I thought I was done.  And now,  I have to type it with even better ideas added to the dialogue that is already in there.   But my new mantra:  stick to what is there already.

Ahem… yeah yeah yeah.

Oh yeah,  the AC at our house died last fall and the condenser was stolen last fall by a crook on Seminole Blvd in Seminole Florida by the name of  Jerry Porter of Jerry’s AC and Appliance Repair.  He is not even licensed to do what he says he is licensed to do in the state of Florida.  He has no CAC license in this Paradise called Florida.  He needs to go to jail for doing what he is doing.

But meanwhile,  I will write like Hemingway and  that Marjorie lady in north Florida did. THEY DIDN’T HAVE AC IN THEIR HOMES   I will write early in the morning when it is very cool and before I can think of excuses to not do what I love to do best.  It will be free of distractions and fear and other sh*t that people throw at me.  It will also  be free of humidity and sweat to clog my brain.  🙂

Wish me luck!  I WILL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT AS SOME OF YOU ARGIE HILLARY OR TRIUMP OR OTHER TRASH AND GET TICKED,  I WILL be tickleddd when it is done.

Got that?