Mondays

I don't know about rainy days, because here in Southern California we can use the rain, but Mondays always get me down.

Mondays mean back to waking at 4:30 a.m. to go to the gym, back to work, back to wrestling with complicated business stories then back home to the nightly grind of cooking dinner, feeding myself and my husband and kid, reading to my son before bed, packing my lunch and readying my clothes for the next day ... and somehow squeezing in a little writing before I collapse from exhaustion.

Today was no different, but here I sit attempting to type out a blog post before Jack gets out of his bath and he's ready for story time. As much as I love cuddling with him at night, it's one of those nights where I'll be itching to get back to my computer and keep working on my latest story.

All of this is the long way of saying the writing is still going well. It feels good. I need to go back and rework the last couple of paragraphs I ended with last night, but it's not a matter of major edits, just cleaning up a few last thoughts. At least some writing somewhere is going well!