The Blessings of a Supportive Spouse

My darling, dear husband took the Short One off my hands completely for the day! (Shorty wasn't so hot on the idea, until Dad took him to a new park - then it was the best idea ever.)

It was a wee bit agonizing, but with the room to 'float' (my word for daydream with no distractions) I was able to get over a hurdle and bang out 4,000+ words.

I've had to get very mean with my I.E. (inner editor). I bound and gagged, then threw her in the closet, but she still kept shouting things at me. "Page two still STINKS - go back and fix it, you numbskull!"  Finally to appease her, I turned one of my major characters into a big jerk and made him leave his wife. "Good job! Now she can marry the handsome prince at the end."  (Dont' be too mad - I was going to kill him off at first!) 

So -  at the moment, my word count stands at just under 14,000 words. Not where I'd hoped to be, but a darn sight farther than I was this morning!  The goal is still very reachable, even if the stretching does get a little uncomfortable.