I went to a meeting this morning to support a writer friend who was supposed to speak on how to write a haiku. She didn't show.
I decided to spend the time at the library instead when I got a phone call from my son. It was great speaking with him. After he hung up, another friend called. All the time I had allotted to writing was gone.
I'm babysitting two little girls tonight and have no hopes whatsoever of even being able to crack a book, never mind write. We are in the process of bedtime - which should take at least an hour. I am expecting a giggle-fest.
But these things all are great fodder for my writing.
Life is fodder-ful.