I’m not weird! ....oh wait, never mind

In my last post, I had stated that I felt creativity “bubbling” to the surface.  And, I assure you, that wasn’t a lie.   This story is best told from Chris’s perspective: Coming home at 11 pm, Chris walks into the apartment while in the middle of a phone conversation with his sister.  He was immediately accosted by our two dogs, who were eagerly anticipating their nightly walk.  After greeting them as best he could, Chris made his way towards the back of our apartment to put his wallet and keys on his desk before taking the dogs out.  As he passed by the bathroom, he glanced in to see me, his fiancée, lying on my stomach on the floor and writing in a notebook.  He laughed and described what he was seeing to his sister, and they both proceeded to joke about it, while he walked the dogs. Now, for my side: I had finished with my blog post and was sitting on my couch watching tv.  Suddenly, I decided I didn’t want to watch tv anymore, but wanted instead to write.  I got up and went looking for my notebook.  I remembered that I had laid it on the bathroom counter the other day, and went there to retrieve it.  Sure, walking back to the couch, my computer desk, the dining room table, or even my bed, would have been a wiser choice, but at that point I wanted to write.  So I sat with my back up against the tub and started writing.  When that became uncomfortable, I sat against the wall. Then I leaned forward and had the notebook resting on the floor, and eventually just laid out on it myself. I didn’t think anything of it, and the story was flowing so fluidly that I was afraid to break the process by moving to another room.  I did not even know Chris had come home until he was standing in front of me and laughing.  Even after that, I didn’t move.  It wasn’t until around 2 am that the fatigue was setting in and the ideas were coming to a stem.  Chris just laughed at me and said I was weird, but not in a bad way… I still don’t know quite what he means by that though. It wasn’t until this morning, that I figured out I had spent 4-5 hours writing last night.  But I’m paying the price for it today: my fingers hurt, my neck is sore, and I have absolutely no desire to sit (which is hard when you’re stuck at a desk all day).  I didn’t cut how many pages I wrote, but if I decide to type it in the computer tonight, I’ll be sure to throw a portion of it on here for your reading pleasure.  But I may continue writing, to finish out the scene.  I’m not sure yet. But see, I don’t lie in my posts!  The creativity just took over before I thought it would.  Plus, who would make up a story about them sitting on their bathroom floor for 5 hrs?

Like, ya know? Whatever

Sorry, I didn't know what I was going to talk about, so I didn't know how to title it.  Say what you must, I'm sticking to it.

Ok, so I don't know if you all get this way, but recently, I've been feeling this surge of creativity.  I haven't done something creative just yet, but I feel it all bubbling to the surface. And I know one glorious day (soon) I'm going to devote a crap load of time to be amazingly creative! mwhahahaha!

I think it's partially because I haven't had the energy to do anything recently, and partially because last Saturday Chris, the moms, and I went to Michaels to see what they had in the way of creating invitations.  Chris and my's plan is to design and craft our own wedding invitations, save-the-dates, place cards, etc.  I know it could end up being just as expensive as going with a professional, but I'm liking the idea of it being more personally "us".  Our wedding, our design, our creating.

I also got this DIY wedding crafts book, which I haven't opened it yet, but OH BOY! Will this weekend be fun!  First in forever where Chris and I have absolutely NOTHING planned!  Don't call me, don't write me, don't visit because I'll be in full on craft-mode!

WATCH OUT!