My WIP has been rather neglected. It grew in a few hundred words during the week. I sat down with it yesterday and was able to add 1095. That was nice. It needed it. I'd love to dive right back into it.
But we have a full house this weekend. Very full. I'm not having to entertain, but I still feel like I should at least pretend to host. It is quiet at the moment and I can't decide if I should run for coffee or lock the door and write. Wendy who?
Nothing new with Where to Belong. Now I wait to hear back about my last submissions. I really need to work on this patience thing.
This is the first day this summer that is bearable weather-wise, thus I really should go out and get some stuff done around the yard. These next few days are supposed to be gorgeous, so if I flop today I might yet get another chance. Hoping this is the end of the 100 degree streak. Our electric bill would be appreciative. As would my withered and fried flowerbed.