I normally get to Disney about once a year or so. We used to go all the time when my sister and I were little. My father's side of the family live in central Florida, so we head down a couple times a year to see them. Now that there are lots of grandkids around, Disney is a place we make time to visit when we can.
Me, in the back, with my brother and my cousin, who is holding my sweet/annoying little sister. Main Street, Magic Kingdom, Disney World. 1980 something.
We've been visiting Disney since I was a wee thing. It's only about a 30 minute drive from my grandparent's house. And I'm looking at the picture above and just now realizing that someone has to be holding me up, because I'm like, six years old and no way as tall as my teenage brother. But I can't see who it is, so I just look like I'm levitating. Or this is one of those paranormal photos where a ghost shows up, but you don't see it until after your film has developed.
Now it's really creeping me out. Maybe I should delete it...
Anyway, as you can see, a lot of memories at the House of Mouse. This was a short trip though. A long weekend really. But we did get to do something new.
Now that my parents have retired, they bought themselves an RV, so we stayed at the Fort Wilderness campsite for the first time.
The entrance. Also, the only picture I took of Camp Wilderness. Vacay fail.
We spent one day at Epcot with my aunt and uncle. No kids this time, so it was more low key and relaxing than normal, but still fun. We made reservations for dinner at Teppan Edo in Epcot's World Showcase. The food was so good.
Dinner at Teppan Edo
We also went to Downtown Disney (now called Disney Springs, for some reason) one evening and met my uncle and cousins for dinner at the Rainforest Cafe.
Twinsies. My little cousins at the Rainforest Cafe in Disney Springs.
Overall, the trip was a lot of fun. I ate too many things and wrote too little words. No words at all, to be exact. February turned out to be a massively disappointing writing month for me. I would laugh at how little I got done, if I wasn't too busy crying.
I don't know what the deal was. Maybe it was the end-of-winter blues that I normally get around this time every year. There's something about the last legs of winter that get me kind of depressed and angsty. My body and soul are just so ready for spring that I can't seem to handle it anymore.
It's the only thing I can attribute to this writer's block bullsh*t that disappeared as soon as March rolled around.
Seriously, the first week of March I wrote more words than I did the entire month of February. My creativity seems to have come back in full force. I had lunch with a critique partner last Friday, full of inspiring literary conversation, and then I went home and churned out 2,000 words in a few hours. That is a massive writing day for me.
But February derailed my deadlines for this spring. I read over my 2016 goals the other day and was very disappointed in myself because I am now at least a month or two behind on everything. I'm pretty disappointed. I have to keep reminding myself that I want to write the best book I possibly can, not the fastest.
But that's hard when May is breathing down my neck and I want to have a completed manuscript before the Atlanta Writer's Conference and my meetings with the two editors from Tor and Penguin Random House. I'm still shooting to be finished by then, but I'm afraid I will be cutting it close. We shall see.
Oh, and I did find one other picture of Camp Wilderness! But it's really only serving as a foliage background to my Epcot souvenir (an new fav thing!)
R2D2 Mug! I love it. I love it. I love it.
May the Force be with you.