I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached. Today I was all set to get end of month bookwork done then dive into writing, and at 9:45 the phone rang. I'd forgotten an appointment made last week.
So I bundled up myself and the kids (-2 degrees out) and hightailed it up the highway to a friend's farm where I taught a class on writing biographical sketches. The class went great and we had a nice lunch and visit afterwards. The kids played on the snowdrifts (higher than my head) and visited the horses.
I got home and did bookwork, and now my mind is mush.
Tomorrow I'll write...really.
This picture reminds me of Tim!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's just like that, isn't it? What's that old song, "Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again." I hate when I lose the momentum I had going. Teaching the class sounds like a very worthwhile endeavor, though. Happy writing!
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