I don't why, but ever since I started this blog it's getter harder to write. Yesterday I was supposed to tackle the new/old projects, it was totally my fault of course, as soon as I posted the blog, the phone rang and stupid me picked it up. I knew as soon as I said hello I would regret it and I did. I was on the phone for 3 hours. Yes, three hours.
Yesterday afternoon when the small one got home from school, she was whiny and petulant and I knew it was from the new medication the doctor had put her on. She also had a few other side effects so needless to say, she won't be taking those anymore. And by the time her little friend across the street got off the bus at 2:30I was on the phone again. My mother came over to see how the munchkin was just as I got settled in to write. The whole afternoon was shot.
The way things transpired yesterday, it left me totally drained, frustrated, and about ready to cry. We went to bed at 7:00. Yes. Watched a movie until 8:15 and went to sleep. I woke at 4:19 this morning and started thinking of the work I had to do. I find it soothes me to plot things out in this manner. I now have a handle on how to re-write the first few chapters of Book 2.
I will try and get it done today but small one isn't going to school, they have a field trip and because of her condition, the doctor reccomends not having her around so many germs at one time. School is ok because it's just 15 kids and they sanitize like they own the company. So we'll see what kind of work I get done.
And by the way Michelle, I'm so sorry for spelling your name wrong all this time. I don't mean it and it's certainly no excuse but my friend Phil says he thinks I'm losing my mind. Some days I'm likely to agree. So I do heartily apologize.
Let's see if I can get some writing done.