Email from Deirdre this morning:
This morning Breic said, “Yesterday we were chasing that dog, but then he clambered away.”
o.O
I am suffering badly from almost-finished-itis. I have reached the point where I feel I have done enough on this book and it should be done. For some reason, it is not done. Sitting at Nook writing other things has not, for reasons that are beyond me, caused it to be done. Making bread has not caused it to be done. Making new webpage icons has not caused it to be done. Writing a complaining entry on my blog hasn’t caused it to be done. Overall, I find this vexing. Even more vexing is knowing there’s a cure for all this, and that cure is not going out into the beautiful day to take photographs.
However, if I want to do that at all, I’d better go write. Fnrt.
Wow, that kid has a vocabulary on him! I know college students that don’t know the word “clambered”. Yes, granted, they’re math types, but still. He’s going to give his teachers a run for their money. :)
*waggles fingers and uses hypnotist voice*
Catie…oh Catie…you will email Laura…yes, you will email Laura and tell her your plans (if any) for when you’re in NY in March…yes…you’ll email Laura…and you’ll wake up feeling refreshed…and you’ll walk around for five minutes clucking like a chicken…but mostly you’ll email Laura…
Hey, your email made me feel lots better, though I must admit I’d rather be in your shoes and almost done than struggling with a synopsis. Slainte!