Caroline Wilson's Diary

Novel Update

I know that I'm starting to sound like the boy that cried wolf, but I'm so near finishing the edits that my editor gave me.

On the other hand, I'm beginning to hate the novel and my main character, Sadie Reynolds Burrell.  Oh, did I mention that there is a sequel to this book.  Well, at least, I think there will be a sequel.

The first book is supposed to illustrate the lengths (lies, adultery, etc.) that Sadie will go to just to escape her life in South Carolina.  The second book is supposed to show Sadie's redemption and how she tries to save her daughters (with the help of the Lord Jesus) from the same mistakes she's made.

But, I'm so sick of Sadie!  I'm thinking of killing her off and just letting her go to hell!!!!!

Question of the Day?

This one has me scratching my head.  You all know me and know my outgoing, bubbly personality, right?  I love everybody (most of the time anyway) :-).

So, here's a question for people with my personality.  You work with folks male and female, get along with them, and have professional respect for them, etc. and it's lunch time.  You say, "Hey, you wanna go to Subway or Panda Express?"  There's absolutely nothing behind it except "You wanna get
lunch?"

Okay, so I asked a guy that I work with the question.  We've been working together for some time now.  His response to me.  "Shouldn't I be the one asking?"

I look at him like he has two heads because I didn't know what he was talking about and then realize that he thinks I'm hitting on him.  My alter ego, Shaquita, wanted to respond, "Not if you were the last piece of male specimen on this side of the River Jordan." 

What's worse is that I couldn't suppress the obnoxiou,s guttural laugh that flew out of my mouth.  And if you know me, you all know that I can bellow.  I looked into his hurt eyes and told him that it wasn't that kinda of "lunch question."

Questions for my girls? 
Why do people assume that you have some hidden, romantic agenda?  How romantic can you get over a Kung Pao Chicken, or a sloppy Subway sandwich that you bite into and mayonnaise drips onto the corner of your lips.

Or, does the person you're talking to believe the lie his mother told him when she said, "Baby, you're as fine as Denzel, Tyrese, Brad Pitt, or George Clooney."   So they assume you're after their flabby or non-descript bodies.

I'd like to hear your inputs.