I could finish up my chapter of Witchfinder and put it up… I could. But this is one of those days when it would take me to five, maybe later. Why, you ask? Because it’s prom night hereabouts, and I’m on mommy clothing-and-arrangements duty. That means I get interrupted every five minutes, for those who don’t have teens.
Life being what it is, I figure it’s the best part of valor to say “ahscrewit” and go clean the house (a job remarkably lacking in the need for concentration) while dealing with these mini-emergencies.
When he shall have gone to meet his friends, and I shall have time and quiet to think I’ll finish the chapter, which will go up either tonight or tomorrow.
For now, I’ll spend quality time with the duster and the mop. (What? Prime plotting opportunity.)
Welcome Instapundit Readers: The ways in which da blogfather links are mysterious indeed. This was my apology for not posting the chapter of the novel I’ve been writing in public, a chapter a week. If you want to see the foregoing, it’s here. Since y’all are already out here, though, you might as well take a look at yesterday’s post and the day before’s post. PARTICULARLY that one, as it’s a recurring theme in my writing. Also, read the comments. My commenters are the funniest and smartest people in the interwebs.