I swear I posted last week. But no, it seems 22 days have gone by. Three weeks. I have every intention of posting more regularly, but then how’s that to work when I can’t seem to keep track of what day it is.
Today is daughter’s last day of camp. She’s old enough that I don’t think it’ll affect my writing schedule to much. She sleeps until noon anyway. Much can be done before noon.
Youngest son’s camp ends one week from today. That will make writing trickier as he can not be unsupervised. (And there are many fun excursions to be taken!)
Older son has two more weeks. I will be happy when his camp is over. He’s been away for 6 weeks now! I miss his funny sense of humor and interesting way of seeing the world.
But the clock is ticking. I so want to finish this first draft and it’s just taking forever. I often think maybe I should just throw in the towel, but I’m stubborn. No quitting until I’ve finished!
(Sounds like a paradox, but really it’s not.)
edited to add: it really has been only one week, only I have the dates set to post backward, so I misread. *blushes*