So the Little Girl is with her grandparents at the beach -- five hours away. :(
And I miss her; I really do. But...
In the past five days, I've gotten more accomplished on my works in progress than I had in the prior two months. <squeal> Eeek! Is that bad?
Had I known in advance that she would be partying it up away from home, then I might have ventured to New York (credit card in hand, of course) for the annual RWA conference to do some partying of my own By partying, of course I mean attending workshops, signings, networking, etc., with the occasional cocktail in my hand. : )
I'm bummed I wasn't there, but I wore my "I heart NYC" shirt the entire weekend... mourning attire, a tribute ... not sure about that.
Maybe that t-shirt was just a tangible reminder that I'm not really alone in my writing/plotting/research/wannabe-romance author status. There are others like me. I. Am. Not. Alone.
Well, literally, I am alone. That's why I've gotten so many words written lately. Actually, now that I think about it, while I have managed to write about 10,000 words, I've gotten more plotting and planning done than usual. To me, the plotting and planning is what requires most of my concentration. (I mean, I once wrote an article about a house fire on my phone while standing in the house's front yard.)
So, what do you do when you get a little extra time alone to work on your writing?