So they’re working on my pool again today. (Have I mentioned we’re putting in a pool? We are. And a hot tub and a water slide and a waterfall and all kinds of other fun things. Sorry if I never mentioned it. Now you’re all caught up.) Finally. And it looks like they are nearing the end. Finally. Of course, I’m sure there will be some new wrinkle or wrench thrown in the works today. That’s how it’s gone since they began almost a month ago - despite the regular assurances that it would only take two weeks. (Yeah, right. And if you believe THAT, I’ve got some lovely property to sell you… Actually I do - we have a house for sale - but that’s another story entirely and I’m already a teensy bit off-track.)

Anyway, thinking about the pool got me thinking about - wait for it - writing. Yes, because everything gets me thinking about writing. (I promise there’s a real connection, that it’s a good one, that it’ll make sense of the whack-o title today, and that it’s coming soon.) It actually got me thinking about progress reports first, and the importance of accountability. That is what led me to writing - because I often feel like I live in a word of zero accountability and absolutely no progress, let alone reports about it. When you write at home, on your own, without deadlines or word requirements or agents calling you asking/begging/yelling about deliverables, it’s startlingly easy to fall into a “oh well, it’ll get done when it gets done” mindset. I’ve fallen like that more than a few times, especially this summer. Sure, it’s true that the kids will only be this age once and that they’ll only want me around to play with for a short time. It’s also true that the world won’t end if I don’t write today, that I deserve time to do what I want too, and that The Husband is also due some TLC every now and again. And all that sounds perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it?
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