We’re going to Chicago!
Like, for a wedding. Not to move. Although I’m sure that was obvious went I said ‘going’ and not ‘moving’ but I wanted to clear that up from the get-go. Batman and I are visiting Chicago this weekend for my cousin’s wedding and I am STOKED.
Vacation. FAMILY. Drinking. Family. WEDDING. Not working. Fun. DRINKING. Family. VACATION.
This has been on a loop in my head for the past few days. I need it. I need a break to explore a different city and enjoy some actual fall weather. We’re doing an architecture cruise and visiting the Bean—not to mention the actual wedding which is the highlight of the whole shebang. Some people hate them, but I love them. Weddings rock. Even being that single chick at the table with all the weirdos—it’s free food. It’s free food and (usually) free drinks and a dance floor with a drunken sea of people not going to give a damn when you bust out your seventh-grade moves and start doing the Worm. (Not me. Just… saying.)
We’re flying back on Sunday so it’s going to be a short trip. Still. It’s not here and not here is awesome because I’ve been here and I could use an over there. (Although we did go to Orlando last month but that doesn’t count. Same state. Shut up.) And I feel I’m growing in my adulting phase. I’m actually—get this—already thinking about what I want to pack. I started thinking about it weeks ago. Even thought for Batman, too. Because normally, I don’t think about the existence (or cleanliness) of things until right before I need them, even given prior notice. I just didn’t care. And I still don’t. But it’s nice to not panic the night before and question if I’m really an adult or an adult-looking child who somehow manages to fool everyone. So there’s that.
I think I’m doing okay with committing to this post-once-a-week-thing. Course, this is only the second week, so I have plenty of time to fall off the bandwagon. Plus, I’m stalling. I’ve written myself into a scene I’m not into. And I should be because my characters are about to go at it (the good, sexy at-it, not the violent, fighting at-it). Like, for a romance writer, this is supposed to be the HALLELUJAH of scenes, the Hot-Damn-We’re-Finally-Here moment. It’s supposed to be what all of the tension has been leading up to and… I’m not feeling it. Not sure why. I took a wrong turn somewhere and have to back pedal but I like what I’ve written, so I’m not sure where to veer. Sometimes this happens and sometimes I have to sit and read and think and read and think some more and read some more. Then I get tired of reading the same few paragraphs and decide to write a post instead.
Look at me, still being productive 😉
We’re leaving Friday for Chicago and something–maybe logic–is telling me next week’s post may be filled with pictures from the Windy City. But you’ll have to stick around and find out. 😉
7 thoughts on “Windy City Bound”
I usually hate writing the sex scenes. The actuality never lives up to the imagined potential, LOL!
Have a safe trip! We’re heading to West Virginia for a week – it’s like vacation for everyone!
I think I have to re-write my sex scenes so many times because they’re so awkward and unrealistic the first go-round, and I’m always afraid they’re corny.
Hey have fun in WV! Takes lots of your pictures (so I can look at lots of pictures)!
Well they end up good anyway! 😀
Hey there. Two weeks in a row; you’re on a roll! Have a great time in Chicago. Enjoy the architecture. Enjoy the wedding. Let the scene sit and ferment in the back of your brain for a little while. Maybe when you come back to it your muse will be ready for some sexy-fun-time. Good luck.
Ha! Thanks. You know it’s open bar, so I’m sure I’ll be able to find some inspiration 😉
Good job still being productive! I hope you have an awesome trip. 🙂
So I’m guessing this isn’t what the costume from last week is for?
But seriously, I’ve found that if I have a scene I should be excited about but I’m not, I need to pull back and look at it from a wider perspective, to see if there’s something else about the story that’s not working. This can happen at any stage of writing, but it might be worth trying. And if all else fails, just write “SEX SCENE HERE” and keep going. 😛