I admit it. No, I don't watch the Super Bowl ... never have. The last time I watched football was USC vs Somebody in the early 90s, while I was a student there (at USC, not Somewhere). So, how have I spent my Super Bowl Sunday instead? I've done laundry, prepared birthday letters for several of my Compassion kids, watched my 8 yo son beat my Angry Birds score and worked on a story.
Maybe worked is too strong a word, as I have spent most of my time staring at the skeletal structure of details I have so far. The rest seems to be trapped in my cranial tar pits. I guess this is what it feels like, in some way, to be an archaeologist. I can't just dive in and gouge out the story elements without damaging ideas I may need later. So I sift and sort until the right words are found. It's always worked before so I trust it will see me through this time. If not, there's always more laundry!
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