My writer’s group and I had a wonderful write-in yesterday. We wrote in the park. We moved to the library. We ate delicious Chinese food and ended up in the backyard of the Wombat Lair. I felt like I accomplished a lot in terms of organization and brainstorming, if not actually words on paper. But when I came home, this is what greeted me.
It’s to my credit that I didn’t faint. But I know what I’m doing this fine Saturday morning, and it involves a vacuum. And then more editing! I’m on a roll.
Happy day, everyone!
6 Comments on “This Is Why I Don’t Go To Write-Ins”
Ouch. At least you have happy write-in memories to lend you strength as you soldier on…
There has to be a good story behind why there is a bicycle in the middle of he room.
Mercedes my house looks like that when I’m home 😉
It’s the setting for your next short story.
Whoa! Sorry about that, Mercedes. I *totally* thought I cleaned up before leaving. PS: Don’t look in the stove.
At least this makes me feel not so bad for having NOT tidied up the Wombat Lair before we had our write-in…