(A junkyard blogging Princess)

Wade came into my office tonight, exhausted and ruggedly beautiful after hiking four laps in the Highlands Bowl.

“What are you doing my crazy little computer girl?” he asked me. “You know that you have been writing since 3:30am this morning?”

“You mean I’ve been writing since I woke you up off of the coach this morning so that you didn’t sleep uncomfortably?” I responded.

“It’s  my Blogoversary tomorrow which means that for three hundred and sixty five days I have spent over five hours a day writing,  I have finished my book, I have made at least ten new friends from social networking that I can honestly say that I truly adore, I still don’t fully understand what a hyperlink is and I have only made $500.16?” “There are people out there who know everything about us but don’t want me to know who they are,  I’m afraid that I’m no good as a writer and that my book is not worthy and nevertheless, I can’t stop writing and…and…by the way…I put a deposit down on the puppy today and look I can even type with my eyes closed,” I said, showing him.

Big, deep sigh from Wade.

“So let me see if I can get this straight, you are going through another one of your humps with your blogging, you are moving away from revealing my secrets and starting a family travel blog, which I can only see as a good thing, and you have gotten us a dog? You truly are slightly nuts,” he said grabbing me out of my blogging chair and pulling me on top of him on the floor of my office.

As I looked into his eyes I knew that he was right. That deep down inside, there was a huge screw loose and unless I hired someone to go inside and tighten it up, I was never going to recover from my own insanity. But part of my insanity is my desperate need to accomplish this goal in my life, to publish a book and have something to put on the shelf that I can be proud of. They say that 2010 is going to be the year that people will manifest their dreams to come true and I have jumped aboard this bandwagon of positivity, knowing that deep down, in my topsy turvy world, all will be okay and I fell into Wade’s warm chest exhausted.