A.W. and I chatted off and on, and I wrote more scenes and bits of dialogue for the A/B/O story. I haven't felt like trying to write fiction in like fifteen years, at the least. I started editing in 2007 or 2008, and I've never felt like writing fiction that whole time. Somehow A.W. and I are just sparking off each other.
I went out to smell the rose. 'Aunt Honey' still has a flower. I looked at the fuchsia, too. That's still blooming. I should get a picture of that.
A few hours later: I called A.J. and told her sister B. that we could just go to the mall on Tuesday before B. and A.J.'s beauty parlor appointment, that I could get A.J. back to the library near them.
A.W. decided to write some short stories. I said I wanted to keep my hand in now that I was finding myself able to write fiction scenes. We'll see. I finished reading another of her mpreg stories.
I need to practice sign language. We have a quiz tomorrow.