why i typically don’t host writer’s group
I did today.
Lucy had to bark and click clack her terrier claws around the hard wood floors we recently put it. She would not settle down for about the first half of the meeting. Of course this happened largely in the livingroom dining room area where all my guests were attempting to write or edit on their laptops.
I was in the office, trying to coax Lucy back with treats to stay with me or lock her out of the house in the back yard. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, and she scratched on the slider like her life depended upon being inside.
Captain Comic called repeatedly from school trying to avoid something, putting on quite a dramatic show of a stomach ache, with no fever, no vomit or diarrhea.
Two of the writers needed to leave about thirty minutes earlier than usual, so I left to pick him up. I got him home and he aimed straight for the brownies. He scarfed one down with a big glass of milk. Promptly, he then corralled Lucy for a walk and flew out the door with her. Clearly he was healthy.
I did managed to knock a decent editing dent in my manuscript. I also researched online about the locations of certain astromical asterisms for my book. I found a lot of conflicting info and incomplete info for the purposes of my book.
Anyway, I did accomplish something more than I had before. I just hope the other writers felt they could work among the residual mayhem.
Grandma picked up Toots from preschool today and took her out shopping so we could meet, so at least we had that slice of quiet.
Hmmm, I wonder if we’ll meet here again anytime soon?