What are they good for???
You know, I love a good weekend. I vow that I will write on the weekends. I've given up the hope of writing during the week. I had to make a spreadsheet to keep track of all my appointments and such. The day planner screamed, "I give up," a year ago!
As I said, I've finished the giraffe picture book - except for that last line - drat it all.
Tomorrow, I start up on 'Blue' again. I'll start as soon as I get up and then I'm off to a writers meeting. I look forward to this one. We don't critique. We sit and laugh and talk about how life is as necessary to a writer as air is to breathing.
Then, next weekend, I'll be presenting another chapter of 'Blue' at another groups meeting. I've got to figure out which was the last one I sent as I haven't presented in about three months. Way too long for presenting, but what can I do?
My classes start again in two weeks. That will be good. Sadly, they are too few and too far in between. I suppose if I went to workshops, conference, writers' groups, and classes all the time, I'd not have time for writing.
Hopefully, tomorrow and Sunday will hold much in store for 'Blue.' This is another one of those instances where I'm not sure what the Muse has in store. I just have to step out in faith and see where she leads.
Life is interesting.