|Will sitting in the middle of this inspire the completion of my novel?|
Unfortunately, what with my husband's birthday, and a family camping trip (yes, we do use that gear), and someone else's novel that I'm supposed to read and critique by Thursday, and also some silly appointments--does this mop of mine really need to be cut? Really? Does my kid really need his cavity filled?--that goal is in serious jeopardy.
So as of today, I am officially going into the creamsicle cave and not coming out, even for food.
Maybe for food.
That someone else cooks.
If you're cooking, you can shove it under the door. Or bring me creamsicles to go with the walls. Because, seriously, they're making me hungry.