Yea!

Our house is under contract, as of last night! That's one big worry off of my mind. So, now we've really got to concentrate on getting into the new house.

Also, I just wrote this huge explanation about GMC and how to use it, but I'm afraid it reveals just a little too much about the plot of a story that I haven't quite finished yet. So, I'm going to hold back and write another, less-revealing, example tomorrow. But as I started the entry, a certain bit of phrasing caught my attention and made me think about something I haven't thought about it years. So, I'm going to share that here instead...

Okay, I realized that I haven't posted about writing in a really, really long time. It's not because I'm not doing it. I am...every single day.

Total tangent: That phrase, "I'm not doing it," reminds me of a church camp I went to as a teenager where a speaker promoting abstinence gave us these hot pink bumper stickers that stated, "I'm NOT doing it." We were supposed to put them on our cars or lockers at school or whatever to tell everyone we weren't sexually active. Right. Like anyone would have assumed otherwise after seeing me in high school. Giant Sally Jesse Raphael red glasses, big bangs, acid washed jeans "pegged" at the ankles so tight I could barely walk, keds without socks even in winter, and a mouthful of orthodontic equipment. Whew. Thank goodness I had that sticker to clear up any possible confusion about my sexual habits.

Anyway, what I thought was funny, aside from the fact that this woman actually expected us to advertise our virginity (and yes, I do think virginity is a good thing for high school students but expecting us to loudly proclaim it was a bit unrealistic), was that some of the girls at the camp actually wore the stickers. However, they did so by sticking them across the ass of their shorts, thus drawing more attention than usual to that part of their anatomy...oh, sweet irony, how I've missed you!

/end tangent.