I’m being kidnapped!

I was literally being pulled away from my computer a few minutes ago, but I plea-bargained using my Diary as an excuse to get back on. I’ve been editing Amore for about five hours now, which she thinks is completely unreasonable. What she doesn’t understand is that this is my red revision, which means its bloody as hell. Things get cut out, added, changed, etc. all over the place. It is the most time-consuming of my revisions. As it is, I’m almost halfway through, but Rebecca isn’t trying to hear it. She wants to subject me to a show that I’ve never watched and really have no interest in watching: Stranger Things. She swears by it and swears I’ll love it, but I dunno. I’ve never been one to follow zeitgeist, and that show is definitely a hot topic right now.

So.

Thanksgiving.

My brother went to his baby mom—fiancée’s place to meet her family, leaving Rebecca, Anne, and me here by ourselves. I ordered a shit ton of food, threw Anne my PS4 controller (she’s pretty much mastered it; it’s basically her PS4 now) and put my headphones on to write while they played video games and binge-watched Hulu and Netflix.

Life was perfect. I got so much editing done. It was like I was in “heaven”.

And then the girlfriend unit decided that I was slacking in my girlfriendness and demanded my attention. During my red revision! Who does that?! Even my brother knows better than to harass me during my red revision! Last time he tried I was all like

 

 

And he quickly left.

Anyway.

Sigh.

I’m going to discreetly send this entry out, sneak back on my red revision, and see how much I can get done before Rebeca notices. Wish me luck.

 

#MissionImpossibleMusic

#AmWriting

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“My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive.”

– Rodney Dangerfield