I am traveling tomorrow which means having to be at the airport 4 hours before my plane leaves, due to the man the news is dubbing "the underpants bomber". I am so glad that he was unsuccessful. I am so pissed that as a result of his attempt, traveling will be more of a nightmare than usual. It turns out that leaving the dogs in Los Angeles, was a good decision after all.
It has been a wonderful visit with my family here in Toronto. And it has been an exhausting one. I have had 3 freelance projects to do, I got sick for the first week and I have been doing my very best to see everyone, (never possible, no matter how much I schedule!) and have not even been able to touch the novel.
I am longing to get back to my writing. More than ever, I want to lock myself in my office and complete this second novel by the summer. It will be hard to do so, but I must try, and that means that some solitude is required. Of course I will have my writing buddies Mabel and Lily, to help me along...but I think that I just might institute a self imposed shut in. Good thing I love my office.