My goal for the week is to write at least 2 chapter sections of my 5th book every weekday. This totals 12-20 pages a day. Maybe more of I get a good click on, but that’s probably not going to happen.
You see, my errands yesterday put me back a few hours and then I bounced around my reader again. I got the two sections done by midnight and I typically wake up at 6am to get things started around here. So, I’m exhausted and I have been exhausted since this morning. Napping wasn’t an option and I’m moving slow. I still have to make the meatball subs for dinner tonight and I’m not even done with one section. I don’t even have the energy to do my biking, but I walked around doing errands around town for an hour.
Tomorrow might have to be a catch up day, which means making the move for 3 sections instead of 2. The true goal is to get the prologue (done) and chapters 1 and 2 done. It’s still possible, but it’s never fun to have a delay. It’s funny that half of the distractions have left for two weeks, but they’re the half that kept the other half in check if I asked nicely. For example, my dad would watch Aidan in the afternoon if I still had writing to do. Today, I think my wife took Aidan for a walk and left her cellphone behind, so I can’t contact her if need be. So, I’m on edge.
Maybe I just need to get back into the novel-writing zone since I took 3 weeks off to work on outlines and reading. Never got those outlines done either, so my goal-attaining batting average is in the sewer. Maybe I shouldn’t let myself know the time-based goals any more, so I stop getting upset that I miss them. At least I dropped a lot of television shows to focus on my writing, so I’d be in worse shape if I hadn’t done that.
Now back to Windemere . . . after I start making dinner. That apple jelly and marinara sauce won’t mix and cook itself. At least I get to cook again while the parents are away.
Legends of Windemere 
Oh gosh you are like a “jack of all trades.” Your meals always sound yummy. Hope you get your writing done tomorrow (or today)!
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It’s pouring outside, so my errands are squashed. I have a fighting chance to get writing done. The hard part will be when my son comes home and wants outside. Going to have to contain him.
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Yikes…containment…always near to impossible! But I have utmost faith in you Charles you will rule!!!
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As long as I keep the main doors closed, he can’t get outside. I hope.
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Mom and dad don’t let you cook? Do you catch things on fire?
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There are too many diet restrictions. Combined my parents have diabetes, high cholesterol, and not much interest in cooking complicated meals. Add in my wife’s calorie counting and eating like a bird and I felt that cooking was an unrespected practice around here. I busted my butt to hear about how blood sugar levels were going to skyrocket (they snack too, but it’s never that) or watch my wife take a scrap of food. At least now, I only have the calorie counter to deal with.
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I like to eat. I mean I like to eat a lot. I don’t look like it, but it is so true. I can outeat a 6’2 300 lb man. I like to cook too. Someday when I am in my mid 50’s or so Im going to wake up and weigh 300 lbs.
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I like eating too. I’m surprised I managed to live with portion control lately. Though, I’m writing this with every intention to full a plate with ziti in vodka sauce for lunch.
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Italian food,mmmm. It is my weakness. That and tacos. and chocolate cake. and….ah dang.
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Behave. You have a race. I promise I won’t say what I’m making for dinner tonight. Mostly because it’s just a store-bought salad with cooked chicken on top. Simple, healthy night.
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I’m not sure what i’m having yet. Does one cardboard box taste any different than another. We must ask the toddlers. they have eaten plenty of inedible objects.
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It depends on the seasonings and what used to be in the box. Though, many of them taste like glue.
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Uh oh it’s a diaper box
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Ewwww.
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