A Day Well Spent

Oh, I'm so tired tonight. We spent hours going back and forth to the airport, so our little visitor from Germany could board her flight home. Terribly emotional parting. It took us nearly three hours to get home. When we did so, my little son was waiting for the first new episode of "Wildfire" and enjoined me to watch it with him. Now, an hour later, it's half past nine. I've tried to do some reading of a friend's manuscript, but I can barely keep my eyes open. I'd also opened to do some work on a short story I plan to submit to an MWA Anthology. I don't expect the story to be selected, but the anthology provides a good reason to write it. Plus, the whole thing has a deadline (Feb, I believe) so I know I have to get it done.

--CUT--

Oh, my goodness, I just checked the MWA site. The story isn't due in February. It's due on January 15. I got my deadlines mixed up!!! So that means, I have to hop to it. Boy that shock was like a cup of coffee. It woke me up -- thoroughly. I felt so comfortably sleepy before. Now, I keep thinking, "You've got to write that story and write it NOW!"