Ok, ok, I'm writing again. Not working on the book, but writing massive amounts of original work from my recent life experiences. That's ok, right?

Stuck, stuck, stuck.

Will write a story in a few minutes about my last evening with ERG, but I NEED to work on the book. Today is out, have to help Greg move. Tomorrow morning will work, but the rest of the day is gone. Same with Thursday. Friday....all day. Book. Yes.

Block broken yesterday by ERG's suggestion of a topic. Ally McBeal will be over today. Time to move on with the book.

I wrote nothing yesterday and probably nothing today, as it is chock full of kid activities. I'm pulling weeds today, with the help of my sons. Yeah! After which I will no longer be red faced with embarrassment at the prospect of having friends over to visit, and I want to have friends over more often.

So, no writing today. Definitely tomorrow. Wednesday school starts and the real business of the writing profession begins.

I wrote just a short post yesterday, did no editing. However, I had two artists dates with people I love, that I will write about, although perhaps not today. Maybe today. Eventually.

Today, I will spent a few hours working on the book. I will, I will, I will.

And pulling weeds.

I think the two are somehow tied.

Another day today, with no appointments on the calendar; a day to spend writing. Will report back later as to how much I accomplished.

Struggling to get to the page. Too many other activitities, people to see, old television shows to watch and remember a different time in my life.

Over the next three days, I will make the time. I will do what needs to be done.