I really had good intentions when I set out earlier this week to work on my children's novel in progress's current draft.
Really I did.
Then I had a variety of appointments for myself and for Toots, and bass lessons for Mr. Cynic, and, oh nope, I pulled Captain Comic from Taekwando for my convalescence months of February and March, so no excuse there. And then the sun came out, and I had a book to finish reading, and with family in one car mode, I was driving Honey to work, and then I putzed around getting rid of the Lucy in the snow picture above, and then I had to get a new spring photo up, which meant I had to go take spring photos and the sun came out and the urge to garden became overwhelming and... aw forget it.
I didn't really dig into the manuscript as intended.
When Toots naps today, I will. Promise. I mean, it's only Thursday, right? I can make up the hours I skipped earlier in the week before the week ends, right?
Knock, knock? Anybody there?