The title is in honor of St Patrick's Day (notice the 'o - that's got a bit of Irish flavor don't you think?), but really, I'm sick of the rain. It's coming down right now as I type, filling up my pool that I'm longing to use once it gets warm again.
Come about August I'll be complaining about the heat and how I'm sick of it, and how I can't wait for it to start cooling down and raining again. It's a no-win situation. At least I can admit it.
So we'll be stuck in the house for most of the weekend (according to the weatherman, Sun. will be decent so I can let the kiddies run outside and burn some energy), but I guess that's ok. I'll clean house (ugh), catch up on the TiVo (am I the only one who lets that thing back up? I bet not), and write in the evenings. This wip is coming along, just did about 10 pages over two days and I have some great dialogue. But I need to delve a little deeper. It's set in Hawaii ~ which I think is a sign that I need to get back there. It's been almost 4 years! And it's about a bride who walks out during her wedding ceremony (fiance is a cheating scum) and walks right into the arms of the man of her dreams.
Sounds corny? Well, maybe, since that whole "man of her dreams" bit can be a bit corny-ish (is that a word?). But I don't care. I'm enjoying writing this story, I'm loving my characters and I'm putting pressure on myself to get it done soon. There are a few contests I would like to submit it to, and I would also like to submit it to the publisher! I need to set myself a deadline date...