It is Monday, again, and as soon as I post this I am back on the wagon. I have words in my head that will spill onto the page, not unlike blood on a wall during the 1912 Ax massacre in Villisca, IA . (I was born in that small town of 1,000 people). You really should check out that link.
Anyway, I got no writing done this weekend, far to many other things to do, like change oil, clean, laundry, take daughter and friends to zoo (with the rest of family) for birthday celebration. It was packed. I managed to get a little reading done; only 30 pages left in Jack and I can't wait to finish (I am just a horridly slow reader).
With all of that useless information, I will leave you to go write. I think I can get in 1500 words before my boy wakes up.
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