Up and Running

On Wednesday of this week, I took a couple of prime morning hours and wrote in a quiet house with the lovely smell of freshly made coffee to inspire me. My wondrous husband had roped the kids into cleaning house the night before so that I couldn't say, "Well, I wanted to write, but the laundry was calling me" or "The bathroom floor needed attention." (Why is it we get distracted from things we enjoy doing by things we don't enjoy doing?) I very nearly had an emotional train wreck when there was initially no coffee in the house, but hubby came to the rescue again by running up to my folks' house and borrowing some. All of my usual excuses gone, I hammered away at my laptop and ended up nearly finishing the story I'm calling Hamilton's Pond and fixing up October Bell for another go with another publisher.

Tomorrow I should have time to work on Which End Up? and putting the final touches on Hamilton's Pond. I can email the pond one, so I'm planning to finish out the week with that submission. I'm glad that I have charts for all of this because it's starting to get confusing.