Painters are here, so my upstairs is swathed in plastic sheeting. The poor boy cats are traumatized. I have painting to do myself and will do it this morning, although it's rainy.
I don't think I'll get much revising done on the ol' manuscript today.
ETA: Looks like I'll be working on my manuscript after all, since the painters need my footstool, so I won't be able to reach the top of the windows.* Good thing I'm revising and not trying to write new material, though!
*Say, all you writers out there, doesn't this sound like the sort of excuse one can find not to write? :-)
2 comments:
LOL!! Excuse sounds good to me.
Oh yeah, it does to me, lol. And your poor cats. Mine get crazed if a stranger comes to the house.
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