It was a weird weekend. It started out well enough...Friday afternoon I went with my husband to pay for a mixing console he purchased for the studio. A monster of a thing—throw a sheet and pillows on it and it’d look like the bed I had when I single. The owner of the studio introduced himself, shook my hand, and asked if I was a “recordist”. I was very flattered.

That afternoon, my 5-year-old finally rode his bike without training wheels. After my daughter pushed him around the front lawn a couple times and he took a couple bad spills, he was off and running. Now he rides like an old pro.

That night I met up with one of my CPs for a few drinks and some loud rock n’ roll. I had just picked up my new blue contact lenses (kind of fun to change my eye color!), and I actually received a compliment. Plus I had a great time with Teresa, as I always do.

Saturday it was back to the studio to drop some things off and meet up with one of the artists who’s been recording there. Ended up hanging out and chatting all afternoon.

But Sunday’s when it got weird. My husband took my truck to work, and he had to work late, so it was just the kids and me at home. But the kids took off to terrorize the neighborhood (in other words, play with their friends), so it was just me. Prime writing time, right?

That’s when the IDONWANNAS slammed me. BAM! Like a stone thrown at the center of my forehead. I did read one of the forums at Romance Divas...only because I’m required to as a moderator. But I didn’t read e-mail, didn’t post anything. Got the forum out of the way, closed Rocky, and put him aside.

Why was I suddenly struck by the IDONWANNAS? I’m not sure. Could be that female monthly curse. Could be that my husband’s preparing for a business trip. Could be my kids driving me nuts. Or it could just be that I needed a break from the internet and writing world. I did read a couple books, then immersed myself in the 4th season of The West Wing, watching every episode back-to-back-to-back. And as I listened to the commentary, how they used this lens or that effect or blocked the scene this way, I wanted to pull out my cameras.

But I didn’t. Damned IDONWANNAS.

Today, though, I have to get back to business. It’s a HAFTA. I HAFTA finish my crits. A month-long synopsis workshop started yesterday, and I HAFTA read those posts. I HAFTA reaffirm my presence at RD. I HAFTA get caught up with my RWA chapters. And I HAFTA do something with BMO and IH.

Luckily, writing this blog entry has helped me get back in the mood to connect with my online friends and interests. And maybe the IDONWANNAS have finally gotten bored and left for greener pastures.