Hours in the day. I'm not kidding. Seems like when I was a kid, the day went on forever. I'd go to bed and think, man, I can still see vivid green leaves, not the black like when it's night time.
I was so young.
There are nights now when I look at the clock and think, it's five...already? Where did the day go? I was going to write and promo and twitter hop...and I've done...what?
Shoe shopped for everyone but me.
Changed a litter box.
Refilled cat/dog food bins (we have those water jug looking things that self feed).
Cleaned up the kitchen from a recent food disaster.
Helped fill/unload the RV.
Gee, my life is so exciting. I actually talked to a friend from school about that. She thought I had such a fantastic life, being a writer. Um. If you look at that list...then no. I mean, yeah, I've had some great experiences. But day to day? I'm just an average, ordinary, everyday girl. With not enough hours in the day.
So I'm off to get some stuff done before the day actually starts so I can do the things I don't really want to do. But then doing those things now, means I can write later.