Procrastination does pay off!

Exciting things have been happening around here.  First of all, I have decided to move Grace's Ruin to another blog, and if I ever get it figured out, it is my goal to set it up more like an e-book--with page numbers etc.  My apologies, but this is the best I can do for now.  Secondly, I have come to realize that by setting up this new story, I am breaking my promise to myself that I would not write anything new till I get my revisions completed on Bound, my latest YA fantasy novel.  I'm sneaky and need a slap on the hand for this latest maneuver.  I actually found myself online doing research last night.  However, the good news is that I am almost finished with revisions and I should be able to send the manuscript to my test market within the week. Cross your fingers!  Third, my 8 year old has First Communion this Sunday and I'm in freak out mode.  People are coming.... Here! The house is a disaster, the yard needs to be mowed, the laundry has taken on a life of its own.  Not to mention the grocery shopping and I need to clean my car--father in law always checks it and has loud opinions on this.  Ahem.  Freaking Out!

But on the bright side--very, very bright side--yesterday I was finally able to track down my dear friend from childhood.  I can't tell you the number of times I've googled her name and come up short.  Yesterday, while procrastinating on revisions, my mind turned to her yet again, and I thought, what the hell? I should check for her on Twitter.  I've only just begun using Twitter a few weeks back and so this was the first time this had occurred to me. Yes, I am a genius! (Yeah, right).  So I punched in her name and lots of people came up. I searched the list two or three times and was just about to give up, when something popped out at me.  I seriously almost missed her.  She'd put the number 75 at the end.  Our birth year.  Could this be her? Her profile photo was grainy, but I found a familiarity in the way she held her shoulders, and who besides my one of a kind friend would wear such humongous sunglasses.  Are there brown eyes behind those shades? Is there auburn hair under that scarf?   What a lame picture, what was she thinking?  Didn't she know I'd be looking for her?  Couldn't she have worn a t-shirt saying "Hi, this is such and such, and I am your long lost best friend.
Sort of embarrassing to admit, I actually trembled as I sent her a message.  But what to write?  I had to keep it brief, after all, no one on Twitter wants to see a ton of someone else's personal stuff flashing across their home feed.  And I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was worried this person may not know who the heck I was and would send back a message accusing me of being a stalker chick.
For three agonizing hours I kept checking for a reply.  Turns out she had answered me right away but for some reason it hadn't shown up on my phone.  Grrr..... talk about frustrating.  It wasn't until this morning that I found a second message and I knew for sure it was her.  This has been an emotional morning for me.  Even now I'm tearing up thinking about her.
There are so many things I want to tell her.  So many things I want to ask.  If only she would click the follow button on Twitter so I can give her my contact info.  I think I may just send her a link to this.

If you're reading this Helen....move your arse!