ARE THERE ENOUGH HOURS IN MY DAY?

Tomorrow I begin the re-write of the final chapter. Then it's an overview of the entire plot and story-line. Today I printed out my first look at the cover. The back page blurb is still not right. The artist, Jim Scott, who's illustrating it is either going to hate me forever or hang me upside down by my toes until I scream and agree no more revisions. I think one more change to the two last lines will do it but how do I face him? Luckily for me he is away with his family this weekend. I'll have to go and grovel Monday evening after work.


It's hard fitting this in around full-time work (and then some based on today's and yesterdays workload.) Tomorrow I have a Soroptimist Executive meeting at 9.30am in Canterbury. Sunday we've booked to take hubby out for his Father's Day meal. There's the weekly shopping and a shed load of ironing to fit it as usual. Those Gi's won't iron themselves.


At the last minute we receive letters asking our son to go back into school to finish stuff and commence things like his, European Computer Driving Licence. Didn't know that course was still running. Surely kids can do that all in their sleep these days. I know mine can. He is a bit miffed and school is officially over for him.