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Mel's Procrastination Palace
Sunday, February 06, 2005 Html is not my friend

I just wasted half a day toying with codes.
It's a bad trait, this stubborn-headed determination, but there's such a feel of victory when the cursable task is finally complete, or at least complete enough to let go.

I'm letting go.
For now. (evil laugh)
My eyes are crossed, my temper's shot to hell and I'm seeing everything in these wicked shades of blue. My husband has even cracked the whip a few times, saying that if I'm going to be locked in my room, I'd better be writing. How dare he say fist fighting with html, and ending up nearly a KO is equivalent to Rainy Day Spider Solitaire at Pogo? Hrmph.

What this has allowed me to do is rest the muse. It's kicked back in a hammock, imagining the guys from Mel's Place are having a volleyball game with the Cabana Boys from Paradise.
They're all tan from working in the hot sun, their muscles are strained from the construction work, after all, we did need a jacuzzi for 12, eh? We've got men of all color and build. My muse has got her eye on this tall, tanned Englishman with long, lean muscle and six pack abs. His hair's a little too long and keeps falling in those emerald green eyes. When he smiles, dimples appear, softening his chiseled face.


Okay, muse says I can write now. While the man in HER head doesn't resemble the hero in my book, I'll let her pretend. If it means words on the page, I'm good. :)


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