Yes, it's Sunday night and I'm parked in front of the tele watching the Oz Idol final. I might as well give up pretending I don't watch this show. Stan may have a better voice but Hayley's cooler so I'm going for her. Go Girl!
On the writing front, I've actually been sticking to my November goal of writing every single day. ALMOST without fail. My day on Friday was a bit of a shambles with Internet problems, a Samhain cafe chat that almost went by the wayside due to aforementioned Internet conectivity issues, an abundance of the usual tears and tantrums and a slight tremble of the hand that caused me to splash a little too much lime infused vodka into my glass early in the evening. He he. No writing Friday. Otherwise I have lived up to my vow, the minimum of 100 wds exceeded every day. Last Saturday I actually wrote 2,500 words. Kids napped (kidnapped?), hubby took one away for a couple of hours. Wow. That's half as much time as I used to have every weekend b.c. (before children). How the hell did I waste it then? I should have written fifty books when I had the chance.