On Friday morning, my youngest son, the Snugglebunny, came down with a vicious sore throat that morphed into a stuffy head and runny nose. Poor thing suffered for the entire weekend. Those of you who're parents know that focusing on yourself and garnering that elusive solitude needed to write is nigh on impossible if there is a sick kid sniffling nearby all the livelong day. So, between preparing soup, riding herd on the oldest son's computer time and indulging the patient in a Harry Potter moviethon, I managed to get absolutely no new words written.
That's not to say that I didn't get ANYTHING of an authorial nature accomplished. I managed some research on an aspect of a Celtic deity who's important to my current heroine and also found a Gaulish/Brythonic goddess that shares traits with the one whose life I'm stirring into a roux. I'm not making it an exact retelling of any of the legends but I significantly borrow bits and pieces where it suits me. Finally, I edited about 10,000 words of a completed manuscript that needs polishing.
So, no shiny new words, but I did get the old ones dusted off, tighened up and looking a bit more presentable.
