I had the start of a draft about raising the stakes in my novel without raising the stakes I put on myself to write it, but then a favorite vase broke, my big kids’ bunk bed broke, and the dishwasher temporarily broke. With a cut toe, as I feverishly googled 39.125-inch replacement bed slats while wearing a pair of pajama pants soaked in dirty dishwater (related: I didn't even tell you a hose blew off the new washing machine last week. Fixed now so at least I can wash the pants) I realized I would not be polishing that draft about stakes into anything I'd be able to share with you here in time. Maybe next week! But I may have said that last week when I fell asleep instead of sharing anything thoughtful, so we’ll see. Talk about stakes.
Week 119: What else can I clean/fix/weep over?
Some everyday: No
Words: Not enough
See you next week.
Oh man. I have stories like this, and feel where you are. Hang in.
Oh boy~