Okay, I know, I know. camp... Yes, I know the words to Time Warp and I've seen The Rutles. I remember watching and laughing at Pee Wee's Playhouse. So yeah, I know a bit about being campy (a bit).
But that's not the camp I refer to.
If you know me well, you'd know I'm not an outdoorsy kinda girl. Make me sleep on the ground and I will exhibit my princess tendencies. Make me pee in a port-o-pot and I may have a hissy fit.
But we have a camper. Dh is dying to spend time in the great outdoors. I'm not thrilled with this prospect, but I get to take the computer and can work on my WIP's. At least my farmer won't get left hanging and my vampire might get to move forward in his story too.
So all isn't lost.
Might even get a new story idea. Who knows, a short story might come out of this.
Well, off for now.