I’ve been going to go write since breakfast this morning. I did all the Sunday things, called Mom, had breakfast with my wife, etc. Then somehow, I never got there.
I confess to writing until about 11:00 last night. I felt motivated and didn’t ignore the call. I added a ton of new words to my project.
It remains to be seen if I’ll get there, but if I do it will be after supper. It could still happen.
I also spent an inordinate amount of time making a Pinterest board for this story. I know some of you like those, so here is the link if you want to guess what I’m up to. https://pin.it/3mchPGo
Is that forward progress? It feels like progress, but it doesn’t add new words. Just looking at this board reminds me how many threads I need to bring together to weave this tapestry. Maybe I should get back to work…