The one I deleted

I planned on re-telling the tale of my summer in Boston. Straight from the journals/diaries themselves as I had written them down.
Turns out I was up ALL last night editing and changing names to protect privacy, and the longer I kept at it the more I couldn't sleep. It was like God was saying "hey, look it's a good story, but one you can tell in a different way. One that doesn't have to be so personal for the rest of the people involved."

It wasn't until I decided to delete all 5 and half posts I had written that I was finally able to go to sleep. At 5 AM this morning. I was up a few short hours, that felt like minutes, later.

Blank screen and no idea WHERE to start, two of you read the first post and loved it. I'm so glad, it really is a fun story. Maybe it can be my first "fictional" novel. ha ha ha and only about 10 of us would know it wasn't fiction!

What I'm saying is FACEBOOK, facebook stole my guts to post the story! Blasted.

I know you get what I'm saying.

I promise to write it, essay style, without quotes, it's less personal for others.

I still can't believe I deleted 5 and a half posts!!!!! ARGH! And that was only HALF the story.

I need to collect my thoughts and start over.

Sorry girls, if you'd like more details, just send me an email, I'd be happy to share that way.

To my girl C, who wrote me last night the sweetest email. I know I wrote you back, but Just wanted to give you bloggy love too!

Last night Hubby interrupted my writing, he was having a bad day and wanted to watch Paul Blart Mall Cop. Oh, goodness see it! It was so silly/funny. I'm glad I took that break, and then watched Bachelorette, and then watched OLTL and then watched GH...I told you I couldn't sleep until I deleted stuff...