I’ve no ideas for blogging. I’ve ideas for stories, for art, for conversation, and no time to pursue them. My laptop won’t accept any discs and so I can’t get my scanner to work because I can’t use the start up disc. One camera is broken and the other camera needs batteries. My writing time I’ve been using to grade assignments and I’m still behind on grading. I can barely keep up the lesson plans.
And I’m foolish enough to not only think I can do NaNoWriMo but to think I can write my mother’s novel.
The books I want to read are going unread. The book my mother-in-law wants me to read is going unread and she keeps asking me about it.
I can’t even begin about the dogs.
But today students baked me a chocolate cake and since my age is now the answer, my husband gave me a towel. Don’t panic!
I’m trying to finish reading the biography of Douglas Adams.
Tomorrow I give an art talk to my son’s class!
My husband’s going to Argentina and Chile for a week!
And I’m not going to apply to the art festival this year.