Okay, so I’m feeling a little testy. It’s my own fault which makes me even more short tempered. I need to sit down, strap in, and write.

My head understands this, but my heart just isn’t getting the message.

So why am I here blogging? I haven’t the foggiest idea. Well, I do. It’s something called avoidance. I’d rather turn on the morning news and watch people discuss the GOP convention. (And quite frankly … I don’t usually do politics.) It seems to me the dust has accumulated and perhaps a little tidying up would be in order. But then again, there are those two piles of laundry that need to be wrangled into submission.

See, there is just this whole list of things I could do to wile away the day. And I didn’t see writing a novella on any part of that list. 😀 

Oh, maybe I should just crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head and pretend the day didn’t start yet. Better yet … pretend it’s not actually September. Because if my calendar is write, er, I mean right (which I suspect it is), then I’m in a whole heap of hot water. But shhhh … don’t tell my writing partners. Because I um … promised them a story in another ten days.

Oh, now that gasp of shock was not what I needed right now. A shoulder to cry on and a good whipping.  Wait, maybe I can use that in my next scene. hmmm….