Big day on the road.
If I don’t finish my book by Friday morning, I might as well retire again because my editor will have lost all patience and torn up my contracts.
So we stopped traveling early today, so I could work. Last night’s 11 PM bedtime, after a dark and stormy night on the road, must not be repeated. Because I will cry.
I wrote all morning. Banjo Man had business meetings.
Fact: Writing used to be a lot easier.
So tonight Banjo Man and I are thrilled to be in a beautiful Holiday Inn just off I-80. We have a pretty little room with a door onto a huge indoor courtyard and a pool. I’m getting a French Quarter/New Orleans vibe.
Banjo Man is getting a Subway sandwich.
Fact: Banjo Man has more energy than I do.