In the sixty degree shade, old dog contentedly snoring at my feet, the rhythm of an avian chorus, I prepare to write. Laptop positioned (oddly enough) on my lap, water with slice of lime at reach on dog-grooming table, along with a berry and yogurt power breakfast–I will crave carbs within the hour–and two precious hours with nothing to do except write and remove a three-berry cobbler from the oven.
Today’s plan: write a blog, complete fifth edit on 23rd (second to the last) chapter, apply my editor’s edits to proposal, publish blog, and query an agent. Can I accomplish that much in a day? Based upon my production thus far since May 4, my last day of 40-hour-a-week-work, I will not get this much done. But I will accomplish as much as I can. Tomorrow is always another day.