In which the bride breaks a nail twenty days before the wedding.

And then she realizes that the wedding is only twenty days away.

This morning I woke up jittery - the good kind of jittery. It had been over a week since I last put effort into the novel, and the lack of writing seemed to have built up a sort of tension that was just waiting to overflow onto the page. I was excited all the way to Arlington, waiting for the moment when I could set pen to paper once again. When I ( Read more... )

In which the bride's dress fit better in the store than it does in person.

I -know- I did not lose a whole bunch of weight in the past few months, but for some reason, it'll need to be taken in enough to keep the top in place. That will make this cost more than I'd originally been counting on since the one in the dress fit almost perfectly!

In which the bride has a panic attack over the bathroom scale ( Read more... )

In which the bride realizes that she still can't quite comprehend this love thing ( Read more... )

In which it becomes clear to the bride and groom that almost 300 people are being invited to the wedding ( Read more... )

In which the groom somehow thinks that there are five months to go before the wedding when in fact, there are four ( Read more... )

In which the groom throws away the $100 veil.

I'm glad you are taking charge of the messiness that is your room. I'm not glad that this involved grabbing everything in sight resembling trash and chucking it. How do you mistake a glittery veil for trash anyway? It wasn't hiding in a bag or anything.

I had a dream last night in which I was telling someone that I just couldn't do something right away because I had a story to tell. Actually, I had four stories to tell ( Read more... )

After an eventful and creative November, it is time at last to return to writing my novel. (And planning my wedding, and working, and hopefully getting a new job, and going to school, and ( Read more... )