After blogging so much this month, you may be wondering where I have been lately. Unfortunately, I began a long, protracted ticking episode last Sunday. I spent a lot of time on the couch reading, but not a lot of time writing. I even ran a new social network for readers through its paces. It wasn't as if I was able to do much more. An entire week was lost to this fog. I am not very happy about it. Fortunately, I had my moments of lucidity which I was able to use to my children's benefit. Still, I am horribly behind.
This Thursday is the supposed deadline for my first draft. I don't know if I can make it. The kids are home from school all week and I may not be free of the ticking yet. To make the goal I will have to finish a chapter a day, even more. It doesn't look likely. However, I will still give it my all. Perhaps I will hit a productive streak like a vein of writer's gold. I have a pick and shovel. All that remains is for me to strike, and strike hard.
Wish me luck.