It’s 8:43 in the morning and I’m sitting in a La Bou right now. In just over an hour I am expecting various people to come in and “MEETUP.com” for a local gathering. This meetup is going to be my first with this TED focused discussion group. The topic today is “Who’s more intolerant, the left or right?”

I, being closed minded, believe I already have the answer and nothing you are going to say will make me change my mind otherwise.

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/how-to-convince-someone-when-facts-fail/

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So as I’ve gotten here plenty early, I like to do that to new things (like interviews or first dates – Hey I’m not here for that reason…) I’m guessing I should start plugging away on my writing again. I’m just not feeling the mojo at the moment.

And this is where my internal muse starts shouting “NOTHING EVER GETS DONE WHEN YOU IGNORE IT!”

Yeah- yeah,shut-up already.

I need to get my tunes going in my head and we will see how far I get in the next hour.  Its 8:54 right now.

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8:55 to 944 gave me a total of 856 words. I’m done with a scene so I don’t feel like pushing ahead with only 15 minutes left. I got my 900 ish words an hour so I’m good 🙂

The following is part of what I wrote over the last hour in all of its first draft ugliness…

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Eve reached the side of her house about seven minutes later. She entered through the side kitchen door as that was her favorite door and it was how she had left her house when she had decided to take her walk to the store.

Michael, from somewhere deep in the house, called out, “Is that you?”

Closing the door behind herself, “Yep.”

Sounding as if he was getting closer, “Was about to send a search party. The weather is saying a serious cold front is moving in.”

“Oh its already here.”

Entering the kitchen he spotted her and smiled, “Well at least you thought to bring your jacket.”

Eve put her bag down onto the counter and said, “Unlike Carla. She was out riding her bike in those spandex long johns again.” She faced Michael, “Do you mind putting this stuff away? Carla wanted me to come over and have a chat with her.”

Michael chuckled as he walked towards the counter, “What did Cliff do now?” He leaned in and gave Eve a kiss as he began putting everything away.

“I don’t know yet but right now I really need to pee.” Eve made her way down the hall and towards the bathroom.

Michael yelled out from the kitchen. “Whatever it is I’m sure Cliff has no clue as to what part he played in it.”

Pulling down her pants and squatting down, “None of you do.”

Michael added, “If a man is alone in the woods, is he still wrong?”

Letting out a bit of gas, “Why is that even a question?”

Michael laughed.

Eve, feeling relieved, let out a deep breath and just sat there for a moment. She listened as Michael opened and closed various cabinets and tried to imagine what her life would be like if Michael was more like Cliff. She shook her head and reached for the toilet tissue as she wanted to flush that idea away. Finishing up she pulled her pants back up and stepped to the sink.
From the kitchen Michael yelled, “Done.” His voice then went up in pitch as he yelled out, “Can I go back to my room and play again?”

Laughing Eve replied, “Is your homework done?”

With the same high pitch, “Yes…”

“I can hear it in your voice, what did you forget?”

Michael came into the bathroom after her and grabbed her around the waist and hugged her. His hands ended up doing a bit of wandering around her front as he said playfully, “I need some more hands on in my biology.”
Eve twisted about and shut the water off. She then flicked her still wet hands over her shoulder and struck Michael in the face with a spray of droplets.
Michael replied, “I thought I was the one trying to get you wet?” Eve turned around within his embrace and gave him a kiss on the lips while she groaned at his joke. He gave her another squeeze and then backed away thus freeing her. “I thought it was funny.”

She dried her hands on his shirt and said, “You are sick in the head” and then walked out of the bathroom.

Okay, maybe I am. You still married me.”

Calling out over her shoulder as she walked towards kitchen heading out again, “Stop reminding me.”