Lost a week to the void, a.k.a. TV and other humdrum things. Drat.
X, who heads the writer’s group I belong to–or hang out with, for lack of a better description–commanded me last November to come up with a short story by March. He has deputized Hubby to pester me–a totally useless exercise since Hubby hates confrontation and mostly lets me do what I want. (Insert Wish no. 1 here: that Hubby’s support for my writing efforts include nagging, if needed, and for him to stop enabling me. There. It is nice to put the blame on someone else, yes?)
I haven’t been working, and wish I could attribute the vacay to writing. But no. Have been watching DVDs, playing with the iPad, reading, catching up on Facebook.