Cleared for surgery, that is. I know, it's not the best thing to be hopping up and down about, but considering how long it's taken me to get to this point, I'm gonna hop. Pressure was completely normal. I got my written consent for surgery. I told 2 of my 3 classes about their 3-week sub.
While waiting to see the doctor, I wrote in my little notebook that fits inside my purse. I wrote and wrote and came up with a wonderful, critical scene for the middle section of my suspense. Yes, I think switching to suspense for a bit of time will do me, my suspense and my muse some good. After all, I'd been living in my fictional Scottish village where there's very little danger for almost a year and a half. I NEED some danger! As one of my nephews used to say, "ME NEED IT!"
What are you craving right about now?