In the last 2 1/2 months, I have learned writing a novel is easier than planning a wedding. I have also learned that the two are not entirely compatible. I start writing, get really into it and suddenly, something that needs to be written down on the checklist pops into my brain. And I have to stop and write it down or I will forget.
Which breaks my creative train of thought and I spend a while getting back into the rhythm, and then it’s bed time, or lunch time, or time to go shopping for yet another item I need for the wedding, or one of the eight hundred million things I always seem to need to do (laundry, dishes, vacuuming, exercise, etc), or Lola the Destroyer suddenly wants my undivided attention, or it’s Jude the Great Nephew time, or someone calls/texts/comes by because it seems shocking to everyone that I’m getting married.
I’m still working to get the freaking invitations all mailed out. I keep forgetting people and remembering them later. Although today, I started working on yet another round of invitations and realized I had addressed one to my proofreader. I know Krissy likes me, but I don’t think she’s driving up from Louisiana in February for my wedding. She might send me a Facebook message telling me to have an awesome day, but attending seems a bit much. Then I made out on invitation for a writer friend and printed it. As I was about to attach it to a envelop I realized that I didn’t know her husband’s real name, she just calls him Silver. Even when we go to dinner, she refers to him as Silver, so I’m guessing that’s a pretty standard nickname for him, but it seems rude to address it to Silver & Amanda. I had to send her a note and ask what his real name was.
And yes, I’m counting down… 22 days to get everything done. I really need to get the invitations done. I’m not sure my SO is inviting hardly any of his friends. Holy shit, I just thought of 3 people that I need invitations for! Good grief… This is what writing has been plagued with… Hold on, let me send them messages. And when I got messenger opened, I remembered 1 on them. *sigh*
But I’m sharing the picture of my dress today. Ignore the look on my face, we took a lot of pictures that day and I’m not entirely sure why…