Still Ramblin' -- Jennie

With prescription pain meds comes permission to ramble, right?

I thought I'd be so much better by now, but an infection set me back. So there's no deep, cohesive thought following Julie's intricate insight. There's only this:

Christy and Kerry, hope you're having a fabulous time - I mean, I hope you're learning a lot - at your conferences. You know, you're about 1,200 miles apart this very minute. But you're probably both enveloped by words and writers. Can't wait to hear about what you've brought back!

And this:

After two weeks, why am I only on page 13 of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight? Do I not like the book? Do I want to not like the book? Why does Meyer get to break all the rules of YA writing, and sell a ba-zillion copies?

And this:

Before 10 this morning, my kids and I had already discussed the value of the dollar around the world, and Canada's socialist medicine.

And lastly:

Being flat on my back for two weeks has forced me to be creative. I've played Uno, Rat-A-Tat Cat, and Star Wars Monopoly; I've visited with friends, talked on the phone, and sketched out some story thoughts; I've read the same issue of People Magazine cover-to-cover, twice, and still can't remember any of it; I've read to my kids. (I'll tell you what I discovered about Pinnochio in the next blog.)

Right now, it's time to get flat again.

Oh, to be upright...