Having an anti-word day. Reading is a chore and writing is nearly out of the question.
So, trip to Omaha in less than a month. Abrupt. At least my brother’s, currently, in a less drama queen mode. Still. I never look forward to it. I could have written in my mother’s day cards that our ticket were bought, but I didn’t.
Trying to figure out how to write ‘giddy.’ A specific giddy. That sort of hope-I’ll-see-him-in-the-hallway-oh-there-he-is kind of giddy. Only more mature, less seventh grade. I know the feeling, but giving it to one of my characters and having it not come out like super-cheese is another thing. Reading some of my old, tumultuous college writings. I need to find some good giddy in literature, but that’s not my sort of stuff. I guess understatement is probably best.
Played like utter crap today. My knees were creaky. Still had fun though. There’s talk of a four team women’s league this summer, and a team for fall series. Summer’s always the hardest time to keep things going.