I had all sorts of ambitions in regards to what I would write when I met Mary Anne at East Gate Cafe this morning.
But I got sidetracked by a request to look at edits on one of my stories. It’s getting published (soon! link perhaps even tomorrow!) on an online journal, and they were in a hurry to turn it around. So turn it around I did, but now I’m less able to jump into the thing I was meaning to get to.
That’s an excuse. Do you recognize it? Sometimes you can recognize it and still not bust through the bull.
I’ve been very sidetracked lately. Someday soon I’ll be able to detail it here, but lots of stuff is happening. Not the least of which is a vacation I’m taking soon.
So, OK. FINE. I have about thirty minutes before I have to pick up my stuff from East Gate and head across town to get my hair cut. What can I do with a half hour?