Slow Going...
Yeah…so Shane’s POV which is titled Scars and Songs (thank you Tracy!) is still going slowly…let me explain just a little peek of my life as I try to work… Conversation in my house last night while I TRIED to write… Let me set the scene. I’m in the dining room. My mother (she’s living with us since the Hurricane sleeping in Hailey’s room) is OCD (I think so)… cleaning stuff as usual, like, as we sit at the table, she’s just cleaning everything…putting away and wiping down stuff we are STILL using. Emmy the two year old is running in a circle in front of an extremely loud TV episode of Annoying Orange (worst show ever) screaming. Phil our childhood friend (manwhore) who has been staying with us since a really bad (bat-shit crazy ass bitch) break-up in August is sitting at my kitchen island listening to me bounce ideas off him. My husband is hiding somewhere else (lucky fuck). Hailey my 6 year old is next to me writing her own boo...