I’m taking what Jayne Ann Krentz calls a plotting day. I have outlines for the new books, and I’ve even got half a chapter of one of them done. But the Qwest man is here about my internet connection and the phone service in the apartment over the barn, which does not make for quiet, introspective writing time. (Mainly because the dogs bark at everyone.) In the afternoon, a man will come to measure for my new front doors. And I’m in the market for a saddle that will fit April’s back and my butt, so there’s that.
Doesn’t sound like plotting, does it?
All I can say is, I’m a multi-tasker, like most of you.