Lindsay Eland - Middle Grade Author

My writing has been going really well over the past few days. My fingers have been click-clacking over the keys (thanks to a little help from that high school typing teacher) like a machine gun, and I feel like my new novel is going places. I planned on writing at least ten pages a day and I knew that if I kept that up I could have the whole novel done in less than a few weeks… 

Enter, nasty sickness of death. 

Then yesterday, deep in the bowels of sleep…something was happening in my body. A little grumbling, a tiny bit of mumbling, and a whole lot of yuck. 

I don’t think I’ve ever slept so long in my life, and I was hardly able to keep my eyes open long enough to turn over or rush to the bathroom. 

And even though I only lost one day of my writing goal, there is always that element of surprise. The good, the bad, and the ugly that can creep in a mess with our grand plans. 

And that’s when we have to shrug and smile and say, “Oh well” and then get back to life. So, I guess it’s my turn to say it.

I’ll pull up my manuscript, shrug, smile, and say “Oh well” and then get back to work.

That’s my bra, not a sling shot for your lego men.

Why did you draw eyebrows on the dog with permanent marker?

Why are you wearing four pairs of underwear at the same time?

Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?

Why are you walking like that…wait, did you poop in your pants?

Why do you have a glassful of hair by your bed…and dare I ask whose hair it is?

Please don’t fling poop over the elementary school fence, even if you were trying to help.

Why is my toothbrush wet…and why is the toilet seat so very clean?

Please don’t lick the toilet flusher at the public pool

 and finally…Please don’t lick the public pool shower drain