Moonlight After Rain, John Atkinson Grimshaw
The weekend vanished, vaporized by a storm of mundanities that swallowed every hour. I had writing plans; yes I did, but Saturday disappeared without my ever opening the manuscript doc and Sunday–I promised myself that Sunday I’d get something done–but no; it too got zapped by the tedious time-suck activities that HAD TO BE DONE.
However I managed to send off a query for a freelance opportunity, got a response, and responded myself with the requested information. I’ve got two others lined up to query, but it’s already after nine so I won’t be getting those done tonight. I guess today was not a total loss, writing-wise.
