Hi, how are you? My name is Lyz. I feel like I’m coming back to life after a summer of just being immersed in a manuscript. My children have no idea who I am. I have no friends. And the Dave has remarried after having me declared legally dead. The good news is she’s really hot and makes delicious food.
I finished some edits on the PROJECT last week and shut my computer. Then, I looked up and blinked. As my eyes adjusted to the light, it was like when Tom Hanks in “Castaway” comes back home and everyone is just like, “Um do you know how to talk to anyone besides a bloody beach ball?”
And I said, “Wilson!”
But now the kids are in school and I have to go back to making my paltry income that only sustains my flagging ego and my nugget addiction, so I’m writing for Mom.me and the local paper (old media, amirite?) on the regular and hoping to write some more essays for places I love. Maybe reestablish a presence in the land of the living? I spent the day yesterday washing my floors and cleaning the house and it was great for like five minutes. And then JQ smeared banana everywhere and I spent 10 minutes trying to figure out if the yellow smear was curry or explosive diarrhea. (Spoiler alert: I still don’t know the answer.) So, that was a good reminder in why I don’t clean things.
Here are some links to things I wrote this month. How are you? Would you like to have coffee and remind me how to brush my hair?