Go on. I dare you.

I got absolutely nothing done yesterday in terms of page count, and I’m not happy about it.  Managed to get about six pages of dialog, which filled up about two hours of my day.  The rest . . . poof.  Day gone.  The final score: Father time-8, Author-2.

And I’m out of author chow.  how am I supposed to get anything done when I don’t have my author chow?  (snap, snap, bark, bark.)

I am blaming the weather, which is perfect, and the fact that I am trying to cram three projects into one summer after I just finished one that should have taken four months, and the one that really needs to happen is not moving forward at all.  (growl, bark, bark, bark!)

So if you are a telemarketer, and you call me this week, you are going to get the brunt of it.  Go on.  I dare you.  (Grrrrrrrrr, bark!)