Yes!

The writing contagion is spreading. Good for you, Jenny, for scribbling those few lines even though you were so tired. It'll pay off; I promise. I love the idea of everything and everyone falling since falling is one of my greatest fears. I never stand at the top of a stairs without imagining falling all the way down it. I appreciate handrails--a lot.

July 19--Write about a time you got what you wanted--Everything at the party was just the way Sheila had planned it. The food was perfect. It looked like a photo shoot for Gourmet magazine and tasted even better than it looked. The flowers were spectacular, a riot of color, fragrance, and imagination. The wine was exactly as she ordered, served in the correct glasses at the optimum temperature by silent and efficient waiters. The guest list was impeccable, a clever mix of society, intelligentsia, and business people hand-picked to produce the stimulating buzz of conversation every hostess dreams of. A quartet played smooth jazz under the gazebo by the pool. Sheila stood on the top step of the terrace ticking off everything she had done to make her party the rousing success it should be. So why was everyone standing in quiet little clumps hardly talking, barely drinking, and eating nothing? Didn't they know how much trouble she had gone to for them? Didn't they appreciate her hard work?

It's a hot sticky day. Better stay inside and write.
--Barbara

P.S. See my blueberries? Yum.