And then, of course, I've come down with some upper respiratory virus brought home by my children. Daddy is sick too. I've now lost track of time, as my carefully planned schedule shattered and fell to pieces.
Thankfully, I do have my writing to fall back on. The "day" job work, as much as I enjoy the paycheck, isn't nearly as soul-satisfying. In an act of defiance of the universe, I spontaneously decided to enter a "first look"-type writing contest whose deadline was today. The contest fee supports a good cause (the local writers conference) and I figured I could use the critique. And, since the finalists will have one week to submit a polished MSS in March, I figured that if by chance I got that far, I could use a deadline to keep me on track!