This week has turned into the no-nanny week (though I might get a respite on Friday). Also a big week of visits. Yesterday, The Max and I had a coffee break with our landlord, who is an actual LADY…which I mean in the noble English sense, not in the…wait, no, she’s nice and everything too. So, okay, I suppose she’s a lady in every sense of the word. Which Tony attempted to explain to The Max in terms he would understand, so now The Max thinks she’s “amost” a princess. Which is pretty cool in his book. And we had dinner with a former co-worker of my husband’s, which was nice. She’s vegetarian, so Tony made homemade pizza.
Anyway, all of that has meant that I’ve really gotten almost no writing done so far this week. A bit here and there, but nothing major. Which means that my brain is about to melt out of my ears. Hopefully I’ll get in some today. I can actually sometimes go for ages without writing, but if I’ve got a project stewing in my brain, it’s hard not to write.
My current WIP which *still* has no code name is very much stewing. It’s in me, and it’s gots to come out (if you don’t know who John Lee Hooker is, you should look him up).
I did have one other thing going on this week. My Dear Teen Me letter posted up yesterday. That was a little hard to write. Honestly, I think if there were time travel, I’d want to only go forward. What about you? Which way would you go?
Um. I have to go now. The Max just said “I can’t get the spoon out of my pants.” And I turn around to see him with his pants and underpants hanging around his ankles. I am not asking why there is a spoon in his pants, nor do I want to know where exactly it has been in there.
We’ll find out! I’m not sure when it is going to air yet, but I’ll post as soon as I know.
