But–here is what I did today:
Had to work on a different book as another editor wants to see a full of something that I sent her.
Yippee and oopsie.
Still–I have rewritten more than 25 pages and added nearly 1500 words.
(I have to get this book done tomorrow.)
(I must work on the DD.)
But what about these boxes?
What about this headache?
What about the move?
What about the rain?
What if I don’t get done with draft so I can send it to my agent and he can forward this book on?
What if I can’t get rid of the headache?
Who will pack tomorrow?
Will the rain stop?
And the worst thing of all: I LIKE this book I’m working on (see Kyra’s post today). This novel is all about faith and family. And it’s hardly sad–only a tiny bit.
So, I’m off to bed but will see you all tomorrow.
Kissies to you all!
Throwing Up Words 
Gah! I feel so bad. Two of your girls can’t help you pack because they’re helping me pack. It’s irony or something. You, though, are getting a LOT more writing done than I am. My fiction count is at zero words. Also I’ve packed zero boxes because your girls have been packing them for me. Again, I’m sorry!
i hope you feel better when you wake up in the morning. and wishing you lots of good sleeping hours too. (and now, i’d say, is the time to ask friends, family, strangers, nosy do-gooders to help pack. i hate asking for help. but all the people who offered – i took them up on it when i was moving. they’re the only reason we got done. if i were in UT, i’d drive over and pack for you. if i were rich, i’d fly over for the day and do that with you… i’m a big fan of helping people pack now that i’ve been the recipient.)
anyone in utah up for a celebration packing party at carol’s?
I’m with Shar, I’d be there in a second. Make it a packing marathon.
I did eventually start writing yesterday. And I got some work done. Not a lot. But I wrote. And since I’ve changed some things about my characters, I like this book more. So does my husband.
Does that mean it’s bad? Meeting with Jessica Garrison and talking with her about the goals of my book helped a lot.
I’m sorry about your headache, honey. I love that your girls are helping Keri. I love me some Williams’ ladies.
Love you, Carol.