Occasionally we have those days where things come up, and we don’t get to write. Today was a mixed bag. Familial entanglements from the last couple of days took me traveling. When I arrived home, I caught up on some internet things. I expect to be peripherally involved in some things the next few days that will be unpleasant, but I will do my best to persevere on the book. But I’m pleased that I’ve built some words up for a margin of error, and that I’m being productive.
That’s the last you should hear of angst. I’ll keep it over in the other journal. We try to keep this one professional.
However, since I was in Des Moines today, I stopped at their Half-Price Books, and serendipitously found a biography specifically about Mark Twain and his daughter Susy, which means that short story is fated. Sometimes these things are surprising, these signs.
By the way, Mochi Monkey scores correctly on the trivia. Hercules takes the boar to Eurystheus.
Watch my fingers fly tomorrow!
Catherine
