My daughter's soccer coach called last week, and wanted to know if we wanted to put her in the tournament this weekend. The official season for our county recreation center is over, so this is over and above. I called my husband to see what he said . . . he was all for it.
Of course he was! It's not his butt that's gonna be sitting on icy metal bleachers during two nighttime practices this week!
And, our whole weekend is shot now. OK. That's unkind. It's not shot. But it will be filled with tournament play.
I ask again: What was I thinking?
Not much happening on the writing front. It seems I've become the Queen of Procrastination.
I can't write. My kids are bugging me.
I can't write. We're going hiking.
I can't write. I have to get caught up with TiVo so it doesn't delete something I want to see.
I can't write. I need a nap.
In my own defense, I seem to be more productive when either nobody else is home or when everybody's asleep. When I can open Rocky up, pop the headphones on, and get lost. And that hasn't been happening since the holiday.
The good news is, I had a great dream the other night that sparked an idea. It's the same way IH came to me, but this time, I didn't dream the whole story like I had with IH. Just a few good scenes. Yesterday, I downloaded Post-It software from the Post-It Notes site, and started storyboarding.
Yeah, I know. That's just more procrastination. But at least it's something.