I already typed this once. But while playing the rhyming game I mentioned the first time I typed it, the attention-starved munchkin jumped on my arm and I accidentally deleted it. The amazing thing is, it’s not in my trash can. A blog I screwed up months ago is there, even though it says the trash can is emptied after seven days, but the one I wanted to keep is not there. Oh well. C’est la vie.
Anyway, as I was saying, I’m just going through the motions, to keep my blog until I have time for it again. Right now I’m playing with munchkin while I type. In a minute I’ll go make dinner. Then it’s kitchen clean-up for a while, get the kid in bed, and catch up on the rest of the house. It really is never-ending.
I wouldn’t mind not writing so much, if I hadn’t promised the still un-finished Christmas story to a friend for Christmas. And the novel is supposed to be edited by New Year’s. That was the goal.
Well, it’s not like the world will come to an end if I don’t make my goals. Heck, it’s not even like anyone’s going to be surprised. Dang it.