Friday, February 02, 2007
I hate it. Most of my plans for yesterday went out the window, including reading everyone's Thursday Thirteen lists. Both of my daughters were home sick with high fevers. Their temperatures bounced between 101 and 103.5. My poor husband was home all day looking after them, but when I came home I wanted to try and give him a break.
Needless to say I didn't get any writing done last night.
I was also up half the night with my youngest daughter so I'm beat this morning. I have a four hour class to teach and then I'm going to veg in my office for the rest of the afternoon until I can go home.
On my lunch hour yesterday, I scrapped the last chapter of All Bottled Up and started a new version of it. I think this is going to work much better and prefer the direction the story is ending in. I mentioned in a comment over at the Drunk Writers board that I suck at writing endings. I really do. I usually race through the last chapter and end up having one of my main character saying some sort of cheesy line. I'm trying to do better this time round. I'll let you know how I make out. :)