I will acknowledge: plans change. Sometimes with no notice whatsoever. I’d had plans to finish up the book last week. I ended up running in after Kathryn on Monday morning, which threw a lot off, and I never got back on track. Then came Thursday. And then Friday. Last week’s plans didn’t happen the way I’d wanted them to. At all.
But so far, my week’s plans include beta reading/editing for a friend, and writing. I’ll be finishing up the first draft of Gods and Monsters, God willing.
The kids have no scheduled days off this week, and hopefully, we won’t have any more tragedies happening right outside my front door.
(After last week’s fatal hit and run, I was thankful to have the kids home on the following day, due to a scheduled teacher in-service, but I got very little actually done last week).
I’m really hoping for a peaceful, productive week. I’m still fighting to recover from the last flareup of the chronic health condition that makes getting anything done damn near impossible. I need the peace to make it easier to recover–stress triggers flares. I need the productivity because I’m starting to edge toward depression again.
The Godshead Tavern 