I'm feeling a bit like this guy right now... that keeps going and going and going...
except without the perky energy. Or the cool drum and sunglasses. Pretty much just set in motion without any hint of stopping on the horizon.
Since I stalled on my new wip, and blew the dust off the old one, I've managed to rework the entire first and second chapter to hopefully (crossing fingers and toes) pull off a better hook. I learned alot of what not to do from that Secret Agent contest. Now I just wish I could resubmit and say "Here, is this better? Can I get feedback again?" Yeah. Doesn't work like that.
But I'm trying to fit time in around also reading "The Hunger Games" before bed and somehow fitting in whatever is DVR'd and then there is the rest of my internal monologue.....
My daughter has marching contests
and Friday night football games and dance classes on Mondays and Tuesdays and band practices every day and when I get home from work and on the weekends, my house looks at me and says "You suck at this."
And it's right. I do.
My housecleaning has fallen right down the toilet....the one thing I have managed to clean lately. Everything else has that nice soft cushiony layer of dust, and the corners of the floor could probably create their own dog.
Speaking of the dog...she needs a bath. But she's not jumping in the tub to remind me.
But that does remind me that the tub needs scrubbing and really my stove does too, since my husband jumped in there and fried us eggs and bacon the other night which was divine but of course cleaning up wasn't part of the deal.
I'm trying to think what to cook tonight that doesn't involve having to clean the stove first since we have dancing and then helping my daughter study for a Biology test (do you know what a polymer is? Or a macromolecule? Or what habitat fragmentation is? HA! I do!!! See that tear? That's insanity creeping in!) that she has to ace to bring up a particularly nasty grade.
And I'm thinking I'm out of pepper and onions and fruit for lunches and I should go to the store so maybe picking up Popeye's chicken fits the bill for supper tonight. Which leads me to wonder what the state of my checkbook is, since I really have gotten way too used to online banking and haven't balanced it lately, and it's four days till payday so it's probably teetering on humorous.
And I'm not in the mood for the Popeye's people to laugh at me. Maybe I'll just suggest cereal. Oh crap, I'm out of milk.