I'm not sure if I'm a 5' 10" version of the "little engine that could" or an overgrown member of the seven dwarfs, but off to work I go. Yesterday was slow going on the library/Friends/bookstore writing. Can writing policy manuals be more boring? Why yes, it can. Felt like I had to force myself to sit and type. Ick. I hate that feeling. Certain days I can whip through that dry stuff. Not yesterday.
I didn't work on any of the fiction sitting patiently beside me. I heard old Maddy bitching up a storm as I struggled through the third press release for the Friends. She threatened to sic some demons on me......like I need added pressure. Then Lani chimed in with the legitimate complaint that I left her and Connor at the mercy of his amoral dark fairy father.....yeah, kid, I know, I need to decide what nasty things happen to you two next.
Today is the last day I'm working on the Friends stuff. I will get this crap emailed out to all my newspaper buddies today. I will not open a nonfiction file of any sort tomorrow. I will open Maddy Blue and finish the current round of revisions. I will decide if Lani takes an arrow for the team.
I will. I think I can. Hi ho.