Another three-bra day!

OK, I stole that quote from a Reader's Digest item, but it is so true! 90 degrees and soaking wet bras go together.

This morning, Sadie Mae struggled and grrrr'd as she tried to drag Hubby's jeans across the floor, using his belt as leverage. He'd apparently put them on the couch instead of in the laundry, intending to wear them another day. Too tempting for a Yorkie! She also chewed the recliner lever to a fare-thee-well. And the runners on my wooden rocker.

Since Remington, the 10-month old Lab, ate the wires from under Dick's truck, we're doing a bit of repair work these days. Never mind that we get them rawhide chew bones & other chewable toys. It's much more fun to eat the recliner lever.

I hit a point in writing my play that caused me to shut it down and just ruminate. Sure enough, it worked, and I came up with a major solution, another character I'm calling Aunt Edna, who is loud and funny, a real character for sure. Whew! Just in time. I can see her & hear her. She has short red curly hair & a stocky build. She'll wake things up. So I am rolling again.

Lake Writers this Friday will have two playwrights in attendance, both of whom have had their work locally produced. Mine isn't ready yet for a read-through, but I'll be able to chat with them about my progress.

FYI: About Fred First, the Franklin County Library staff also are fans of his writing. They're going to approach him about an Author's Event this fall, where he can do a media presentation as well as a reading. One of the things I so love about this area is the genuine enthusiasm local writers have about each other. I think Jim Morrison encouraged us all when he started with Valley Writers in Roanoke, then began Lake Writers at Moneta Library. He put together events, getting us out of our shells to read something before groups of 80 or more. And of course Becky, our official nag, directed several of us to Infinity Publishing and then got us Blogging.