I dropped the second child off at school about forty-five minutes ago. Since then I’ve been plugging away at my story and drinking my iced tea. My plan was to stop just before 10 and head over to the bank to handle some business. Not five minutes ago I get a call from the wife because she is feeling ill.

I swear… what is so wrong with Dave trying to get in some Dave-writing-time? If it’s not a useless child, it’s a useless spouse or some friend that has an issue that requires me to swoop in and save them. It’s not that hard to glance at the toilet paper roll and make sure there is enough there before you get yourself in a crappy situation.

As of today, I only got about 300 words in. The trouble with getting words down is I have to reload all the dynamics of the story back into my mind, which takes a bit of time, then and only then can I begin to push forward with new material. It’s kinda like RAM in a computer. Other things take up the space in my head until I’m able to sit myself down, without being DISTURBED, and focus on the whole of it again.

UUgghhhhh…

On top of that, my father and stepmom are going to be visiting over the next 36 or so hours. That means I’m not going to get any kind of Dave-time. I know, it’s family, and I should be valuing their time as we are all getting up there in age.

I just need some Dave-time too now and again.

I swear…

Tootles for now.

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