I didn't set an alarm last night because I stayed up to 2:30am. Okay, serious writing in a sleep deprived stupor just creates more work to fix when you are fully awake. So, I re-read the beginning of one of my novels and played with my characters' emotions.
I didn't plan to get up early, but of course I got a phone call. When? I'm sorry, I can't remember too much of the beginning of the conversation except that it ended with me scheduling a doctor's appointment (hopefully I wrote down the right time).
It felt like I spent most of the day directing kids: get dressed, brush your teeth, don't touch your brother, get some clothes on (this took several attempts), wash up, come eat, don't touch the walls with those hands, put on sunscreen, don't bring paper outside-I want you to do something active, stop fighting, come inside, wash up, eat over your plate, put your elbows on the table (elbows off the table=more food on the floor), don't touch the wall with those hands, come outside again, go in and dress for karate, change quicker (talking to molasses boy), put on the belt, what do you mean you left the belt at home, you're late for class-get in there, get your shoes on-we got to go, change out of your uniform, come eat, keep those messy hands above the table, change for soccer, change out of your soccer uniforms, come read a book, brush your teeth, and get in bed.
I did get a big stretch of time where the kids were playing this game they invented that actually involved math skills. While they were busy, I worked on revisions of four novel chapters and tried to get them to listen to my new beginning. What did they say? "No, we're playing our game!"
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