Thwarted

sat down at desk.

C called.

Then Mom called.

then I spilled my beer all over my desk -- including a graphic novel that belongs to Curmudgeon This is...very not good. I mean, it was good beer, but books are sacred and I try really hard not to damage any of the ones that are under  my care---especially if I don't own them.

Then TD called, computer crisis, then NG called for clothing consult.

and.. then at around 11, I finally started writing. My eyes are killing me, so I guess  now would be the time to shut down. I got rid of 3 pages, and wrote 4. So, I'm up ... one.  And I just wrote  END of Act 1.. which is the most difficult for me. I usually try to cram too much in to one place at one time.