Surfing around the Internet waiting for the magic hour of 10:00 p.m. (the 10-year-old’s bedtime), I am painfully reminded that I’ve done no writing or editing today.
I have, however, taken said 10-year-old to Tae Kwon Do, foraged for groceries, shoveled stuff around in (again) said 10-year-old’s room, done laundry and dishes and painted an “anchor” for Vacation Bible School beginning this week.
So, why do I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything today?
After 10, I’ll get in an hour of so of editing. Or at least until the dog, slightly older than 10, barks for me to come downstairs and keep him company. He can no longer climb the stairs. And he has separation anxiety. He used to just cry and then settle down. Now that he’s becoming an old man/dog, he’s getting grumpier. And louder.
Tomorrow is another day (thank you Scarlett). There will be editing and writing.
Hopefully before 10:00 p.m.