It's amazing how much one can accomplish while procrastinating. During the past week I have managed to wash windows, feed the dog, take her for a walk, do laundry, grade, feed birds, take a nap . . . all while avoiding sitting down and writing. Now that school is over, I have loads of time -- it stretches out in front of me like an endless desert -- to write. And I have told myself, and many others, that this is the summer I will, I will, finish my book. So now it's here. And it's so hard to get started.
Yesterday I wrote 5 pages. Today I wrote 5 pages, and hope to write 5 more. Olu is leaving the Virginia area, with a few other ships headed north to New York, although they will actually land in Sandy Hook, New Jersey. I'm still trying to decide when her baby's daddy (soon to be husband) will catch up with her. She escaped from the plantation without telling him, but he's been looking for her since she left in December. It's now July 9, 1776 -- in the book, at least.
So as you think of me send out a prayer that I would be diligent to complete what I have begun -- and complete it well.