Writing, Drinking and Saved By The Bell?

Apparently I have the ability to fall off of the face of the earth at times.   As a writer, I lock myself in my office and go through a methodical process of shutting everyone in my life out so I can spend time with my imaginary friends.   When the clamoring gets too loud, I make time for my family and friends and quietly admonish myself to find more time to walk amongst the living.

I am always happy when I do.
This weekend, to the detriment of my novel's progress I went with family and friends on a day time Saturday barhop along St. Pete Beach.  I got some sun, forgot about dieting, ate some chicken wings, had a few brews, and told quite a few jokes.  All in all it was a good time.  I'd do it again. Just not tomorrow.
Tonight, tomorrow, and the rest of this week will be me playing catch up.  My WIP (work in progress) stands at just past 30,000 words.  I MUST MUST MUST get to 40,000 by this weekend.  
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
Speaking of Thomas the Tank Engine, I wonder if my niece even knows about the wonders of that story.... I am unsure where and how deep generational gaps go.   I work with a few younger twenty somethings and they barely know about Saved By The Bell and my A.C. Slater and Zack Morris references fall on deaf ears more times than not.


Maybe if I had some of what she has, I could finish this manuscript faster.... 
Haha. Just kidding children.  This is how I really feel about drugs...

Have a safe and drug free Tuesday!