I keep waiting for magic elves to finish it in the night.
There are dozens more pages ready to go, but it needs an all over final polishing and I never seem to get quiet, private, sitting-and-reading time. Posting on the fly as you run around with your toddler is one thing, but y'think she'll let you sit and look at something quietly for more than 2 seconds? Nah-uh.
So, I should budget my time and do it during naps I guess.
Ironically, this part of the story is how impossible small progeny can be regarding the whole rest of your life. I know whereof I write. Or, I would if I could get a frikking chance.
(I know: you guys are all: "Fleet Captain much? you've got TONS of time." Which is true. I have tons of little moments. But there's just always juice to get, and bath toys to play with in the warm February sun, and diapers to change, and potties to sit on, and that kind of scattered attention is fine for blathering senselessly on the board, but it makes for really crappy proofreading of a story.)
What a set of excuses. If poor overwrought Elessar can write, I should be able to. I actually took my laptop (which I write on) out of the closet and looked at its lid for a while the other day. Baby steps. Baby steps. I'm getting there.
You peeps may have noticed over the years, I tend to run hot and cold on my many zany projects.
Case in point: I haven't gone to bed yet (it's 430 am) cause I've been finishing my protest site. And I am using tables so it took me forever, like evcake says.
