Friday Fricassee

It's been a crazy, less-than-fun week, culminating in my dropping an entire, fresh-off-the-stove pot of noodles last night.  That's right -- gobs of curly noodles and nearly-boiling water, everywhere.  It's by the grace of God that I didn't get burned.

Seriously, I'm not sure how I emerged unscathed.  My dress was soaking wet--I felt the water burn my legs.  But I'm fine.  Not a mark.

Of course, I stood there bawling until my husband came running to see what the huge noise and cries of terror were all about.  (Poor guy.  He had visions of me, lying unconscious on the kitchen floor.  Because, yanno, I have a history.  Like passing out on the toilet from dehydration.  And breaking three ribs via a fall down the garage stairs.  Both of those emergencies landed me in an ambulance.  Oh, what a girl will do for attention!)

So he was relieved to discover that I was, indeed, conscious (though not coherent).  He swept in with a broom and a calm demeanor, and cleaned up the noodle/water eruption while I went upstairs to change.   By the time I returned, the kitchen looked normal again.

I owe him one.

The Noodle Event pretty much sums up my week--as a writer and as a human.  "Explosion" says it all.

Pressing on, though!  Because, isn't that what I always preach?  It's the only thing to do.  I tell you to do it, and I do it myself.  So if your week has had its own Noodle Event--press on!

Besides, we've got a BAKER'S DOZEN to be excited about!  Almost everything is in order behind the scenes, and we'll be starting our logline critique sessions VERY SOON!  So keep working on your logline, keep polishing your first page, keep spreading the word to your writerly friends and colleagues.  If you have ANY QUESTIONS about the Baker's Dozen, today's your day for free answers!  Post your questions below, and I'll do my best to keep up with them.

(I also think you should cast votes as to whether or not I should stay out of the kitchen FOREVER.  I mean, the Noodle Event presents a strong case, don't you think?  Mr. A should be able to fend for himself.  And I'll just...eat salads from the Whole Foods salad bar.  Right?  RIGHT??)

Hugs!