There is a very large truck parked at the end of my driveway dropping large concrete partitions over the manhole covers near it. Just how these geniuses think I'm supposed to get out of my driveway to get to work with their big-assed truck and cement partitions blocking my way is beyond me.
I'd love to just stay home. I wrote a whopping 365 words today. Actually it ended up being more than that because I rewrote about half of what I did yesterday. It was too choppy and disjointed. And I think the new stuff I did this morning will actually have to be changed because the characters are in the wrong location. I need them to be somewhere else when this discussion happens. Insert big, frustrated sigh here.
I finally received my October issue of the RWR yesterday too and noted the deadline to have the full manuscript in for the GH has been changed to December 2nd. I'm trying to figure out if I can even make that deadline now. It gives me a month to get this thing finished, read by Pam who offered to do my final read-thru, and then polished and off to RWA by end of November. I really want to enter this year, but I don't know if I can do it in the time frame of December 2nd. I'll give it a shot and see how it goes. Although first I have to come up with the entry fee by November 15th. That's another hurtle.
Arrrggghhh!!! Why can't life be easier than this? Even for just a day, maybe a week?