What I mean is, I can’t get anywhere if I don’t get busy. It’s not like there’s a road map to writing the next Great American Novel, but if I don’t get back to work, it just won’t happen. I’ll admit I’ve been distracted for the past couple of weeks. Life kicks in sometimes, kids are out of school, a few days out of town, helping in my daughter’s classroom and boom, it’s been two weeks and I haven’t written anything. The good news is that since my last post, I consider myself two-thirds through my first draft. So, even though the blog posts haven’t kept up with my progress on the book, I am just about where I wanted to be at this point. The only problem is, today it’s quiet in the house, the kids are back to school, there’s not too much that needs doing by way of housework, and I can’t get anything going on the computer today. The scenes that have been screaming to get out the last two week have fallen suddenly silent, and there is just no waking them up at this point. So, I’ve got a couple of options: (writing this blog post is my feeble attempt at getting the creative juices flowing again) I can sit here and wait for my muse to wake up, or I can get up and vacuum, hoping the noise will motivate her to get back to business. I’m thinking vacuuming might do the trick, since sitting here isn’t doing me or my writer’s fanny spread any good. No, I can’t get there from here, but maybe if I take a side path for just a little while, I’ll be able to find my way back to the main road and get closer to my final destination. I’ll let you know how it goes, unless I get lost along the way.