Jul 16, 2007 20:39
Apparently today is the day where I sit and think about doing things, but then do not do them. Except my laundry, which I actually did. Haven't put it away, of course, nor the other bags of it in my bedroom, but this latest batch is washed and dried, and that's progress.
Anyway. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF CUSTARD, poke me with sticks and make me write. I have a very small goal for tonight. It's just to finish this scene. That's all. It's no more than two more pages. And I just can't do it.
Help.
Also, today on the phone my sister brought up the vague and at-least-a-year-away-if-not-more idea of my neice doing a year of high school here, and asked if I would take her. And I said yes, of course, because I love them both like crazy, and Jo's the closest thing I'm going to have to a daughter, and all those other reasons to do something like that (not looking to be talked out of it, btw, thanks in advance), and the first "con" that popped into my head was, OMG how would I do FANDOM with a teenaged girl in the apartment? And then I managed to wrestle it all into a plan that makes me look all selfless and stuff. I was impressed with my brain.
writing,
family