Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow!

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Mrs. Slaughter's second grade class, 1977-78. I am the blonde on the left, looking at the boy to the right. Mrs. Slaughter did not like me at all. My mom says I had stomach trouble the entire year. I'll take her word for it. Tomorrow is the first day of school and I am stoked and not because my kids will leave at 8 am and not return until 4:30 pm, though that much alone time sounds like Nirvana. As much as I joke about refereeing my sons' fights, they're good company most of the time. Of course, that's going to change pretty soon. My oldest is a freshman in high school and my youngest is in his first year in middle school. Attitude will be flying around here very soon. Don't worry; I stocked up on red wine and beer at the store yesterday. I'm ready.

When my boys leave for the first day of school, my excuses walk out the door with them. Honestly, there's never been an excuse or distraction I didn't like. Soon, though, nothing will stand in the way of my writing. I can get back into my routine and get back to work on my sequel. I'm ready. I miss my characters and Stillwater.

I haven't been totally unproductive. I'm working on a website for the manuscript my agent is shopping to publishers. It is a sort of hybrid; part book website, part author website since I'm 1) not comfortable focusing totally on myself, 2) haven't done much of note to warrant a website dedicated solely to me and 3) think my book is more interesting than I am. I should have it ready to go live in the next couple of weeks and will be asking for my followers here to check it out, give me feedback and follow me over there.

Today, I'm going to clear out my DVR so there will be nothing whatsoever to distract me.