I can't believe May is almost over. I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off the entire month, and June doesn't look like it's shaping up to be any better.
I got back on Sunday from paradise. No, not some tropical island. What lowly garden gnome would have the money for that? I mean my writer's group annual retreat. Three days of nothing but writing and eating and kibitzing and writing some more. All where they feed you and there's no monster laundry pile hiding behind every corner ready to pounce on you when you innocently walk by. (I think that may be my favorite part about the whole thing.)
I got lots of editing done, talked and ate with good friends and mentally recharged as a writer. But as soon as I walked through the door at Chez Quinn, all that came to a screeching halt.
One of the things that ground everything to a standstill was I found a deer tick on the oldest urchin. Those of you who've hung around here for a while know what that did to me. So yesterday morning was taken up entirely with the doctor and pharmacy before dropping her off at school at lunch time.
My scheduled is jam packed until at least the middle of June, but I really want to try and keep my momentum going. So far the magic eight ball has decreed that, "outlook doesn't look good". (stupid, frickin' magic eight ball) But I continue to believe that I will prevail. We'll see how long that lasts.
So what gloriousness and/or madness is going on in your neck of the woods?