May was my month to write the rough draft of my book. I prayed about it. I made a schedule I thought I could meet. I know how to write a story. Mostly.
What I didn’t expect was the car to be in the shop twice . . . in one week.
Extra appointments for the boys.
Late nights talking with one or the other of them.
Mind you, I’m not complaining. I love talking with my guys.
My days ticked by with much reduced or no word count toward my story.