Yes, I thought that heading would get your attention.

That's the grand total of what I've written this weekend. In fact, it's all I've written in about five days. Average = 1 word a day. That's the trouble with taking a break - it makes it so difficult to get back into a routine. Well, that and I've been very busy with other things.

Hubby and I had our 10th anniversary this week, so we spent a night in one of those swanky places where you can lay in the bath until you prune and nobody asks when you're getting out (we had the Princess babysat of course), and you can order a steak dinner and immediately flop onto your king sized bed and work on nothing more difficult than digesting it. Ahh.... We also went shopping and bought ourselves a new bedroom suite, a long overdue purchase. Now all I want to do is sit in my bedroom it looks so fabulous. We've had relations visit as well, so writing has taken a back seat the last couple of weeks. I wish I'd gotten more written than 'The waitress delivered her enchilada', but every journey starts with one step. Or every book starts with five words. Five words that you stare at and stare at, willing them to be more revealing, more witty, more special than a bland rendition of what someone is eating, while the cursor blinks at you, laughing at your ineptitude.

But then I thought about what that line actually reveals.

1. She's eating at a Mexican restaurant.
2. She's eating a fattening dish at a Mexican restaurant, so she's probably not someone who obsesses about calories.
3. In the context of the scene, she's eating a fattening dish while sitting at a Mexican restaurant with a man who is sitting with her and not eating. He's playing the tough guy and glaring at her. So, she's also the kind of woman who, when her dining companion says curtly that he already ate, says to herself *$%# him, I'm hungry, and orders a huge %$^&(*@ enchilada.

I do like this woman in my enchilada story (I think this will now be my working title: The Enchilada Story). So I hope I have enough energy after a full day's work tomorrow to make her do something more interesting than eat. Maybe she'll have a swig of Corona, too. Really live life on the edge.

Now I have a craving for Nachos. I think I have some Doritos somewhere...


Sami