Then the Touch Pad Demon From Hell erased it. I don't know how. One second it was there, the next it was gone. I right-clicked to "undo" but that didn't work.
I typed another post but my heart wasn't in it.
I went away and came back, hoping LJ would offer to "restore from saved draft?" But no.
Curse you, touch pad. You have been nothing but trouble since I got this computer. I curse you to the fiery depths of the hell from whence you came.
I did not, in all honesty, have much to report, but it's been two weeks since my last, so I felt obligated.
Writing has been on and off, but mostly off lately - in part, I suspect, because of that weird sort of end-of-school-year vibe that imbues everything with a mix of elation and dread that feels sort of like stress. Does it feel that way for you?
On the one hand, the prospect of no schedule just sings to me. On the other hand, the way the kids have been interacting lately - bickering interspersed with bouts of complaining - does not whet my appetite for an entire summer spent entirely in their company. Entirely.
But we'll get through it, and even manage to have LOTS of fun, the way these things always work.
Plus we've got some fun visitors (YAY, Trish!) and the shore to look forward to.
I just remember with no small amount of discomfort how I managed to get ZERO writing done last summer, and I'm wondering how I will make this summer different. I know there are lots of writing moms out there...can any of you offer advice for how to get the words down when your kids are, you know, screaming and pounding on one another in the background? The little angels... ; )