This will be one of those blue-moon, punch-myself-in-the-face kind of posts. It's easy to beat yourself up over unfulfilled goals. Having the unexpected sneak up on you is like suffering an assault from the cosmos, as if it would rather have you do something else with your life instead of what you had planned. In this case, a weekend cleaning a house, a couple of sick kids, and an out-of-place shoulder. Ack! There seemed to be no end to the chaos and lack-of-writing, but like a beckoning from my childhood, I searched for a recipe and baked some cookies. Why oatmeal? I don't know, but they were tasty, comforting, and relatively heart healthy.
In other words, we're on the mend. Back to work!
I forgot to shout-out a few people last week, so I'll do that now. Please welcome and visit the blogs of our SEVEN new followers: Susan Oloier, Paul J. Lincoln, Nick Hight, Jo Schaffer, Anstice (Tizzy) Potts, Adam King (no relation), and Jeffrey Beesler.
Thank you for boarding The Laire. Enjoy the ride!
Update: I'm serious this time. This week, chapter 20 will be done and 21 will start well before the week is out. It should go by fast. It's the climax and falling action, for goodness-out-loud! I want this WiP done by mid May, and it's going to get done, (choice of expletive here)!
That's all for now. Click back Thursday for a more "focused" column about writing action.
I'm David, and who put those blossoms on the trees?