and get a whole heck of a lot of work done.
The retreat lasts until 3 p.m. Monday.
Wish me luck.
I found Diego
Velazquez in my stocking on Christmas morning. Not sure why, but he and
my daemon duck Z42 have become fast friends and live in my briefcase.
Today
the three of us are at Mama's Coffee House refueling at the half way
point to my annual Writer's Retreat. The family is gone and I have the
house to myself. Well, myself, a dog, three cats, a hedgehog, a guinnea
pig and a hermit crab.
I have some serious
goals for this weekend. There is a middle grade WIP that is crying out
to be finished. I will be a happy happy woman if I can make it to the
turning point by tonight or tomorrow morning.
That's
why I'm playing with Diego and the duck. Just because I have serious
goals and have my nose to the grindstone doesn't mean I have to take
myself too seriously.
The retreat lasts until 3 p.m. Monday.
Wish me luck.
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