...Are laid to waste much in the same manner as Sherman's March to the Sea.
Take this weekend for example (please, take it off my hands). I decided to do the following writing oriented things:
1} finish novella
2} work on the suggested edits to my novel Line 21
Had all the prep work set. I was going to do another round of edits on the novella with the main idea of continuing where I had originally left off at and actually finishing the thing up yesterday (1/28). Then on Sunday, I was going to take my first crack at seeing what kind of additional information I could add to my novel. Plus I had borrowed three movies (No Reservations, A History of Violence and The Spitfire Grill) from the library to watch as interludes while I was taking a break from my computer
However, a personal family crisis of major proportions raised its ugly head and thus set me back quite few days.
Since I don't want to quite burden everyone publicly on what actually happened, I thought I would instead share a dopey video of myself from this past Thanksgiving, which you will find over at my legendary picture blog Shooting Suburbia.
Hopefully you'll find it as amusing as I did after I had uploaded to the blog and viewed it, 'cause I definitely needed the chuckle.