Summer isn't even here yet and it is already starting a protest over my writing schedule. Yesterday, we got a nice chunk of stuff done around the house: Finished hanging drywall on the ceiling, mowed the acreage, weeded flowers, rebuilt retaining wall, changed oil in mowers, cleaned house. The problem is many of those chores have to be done every week! Granted I shouldn't have to do many of them again this year (Ceiling done, wall, oil in mowers until the end of season) but I still have to paint the house, clean the garage, finish the spare bedroom sheetrock, ect. Something tells me this isn't going to be a productive summer so please excuse me if I am spending less time on my internet endeavors like Facebook, Twitter, and Blogspot. It isn't you It is me, really.
Now I am off to reformat a story to send to Weird Tales. (Thanks Cate)
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