Wordless Wednesday: The Seven-Year-Old drops a hint

Or, what I found on my desk when I sat down to write this morning.

(Art: The Seven-Year-Old Howell)
(Art: The Seven-Year-Old Howell)

Guess she’s tired of waiting.

I don’t normally do posts like this, but I haven’t been around for a while. Here’s what I’ve been doing instead:

  • Managing painters, plumbers, electricians, and flooring guys
  • Hiring movers
  • Packing up our current place
  • Cleaning/prepping our new place (we move again in June)
  • Paying taxes (in three states!)
  • Camp NaNoWriMo (a mini-National Novel Writing Month event held in April–and again in July, if you’re interested)
  • Trying to figure out how donations work in Chicago
  • Trying to figure out how emotions translate into body language and body language into words on a page
  • Binge reading Elizabeth George mysteries
  • Debating with Michael on the ideal functionality of a master bathroom

Here’s what I’ve not been doing:

  • Blogging

Sadly (?), all my spare words have been going to my novel lately. Hopefully I’ll return to my regularly scheduled blogging output soon. In the meantime, enjoy the spring!

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Cross-posted on Caterpickles.

 

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