Another week starts...

Today was Monday. Now as much as I enjoy the weekend, I never dread returning on Monday because it's a fresh start each week, right? A new beginning.

The only problem with that theory is that Mondays, for me anyway, are probably the busiest day of the week. Maybe it's because when you get to Friday it's like, I'll do it Monday and you put things off. Unless you work weekends, and I'm lucky not to, there's not a BIG difference between Friday evening and Monday morning, right? You'll be in a better state of mind, you tell yourself. You'll be in a better frame of mind than you are on Friday evening, yeah?

Then everything that everyone put off until Monday is right there that morning, waiting for you. That was the case today. The day went roaring by and now I've gotten home, eaten dinner and have finished up my laundry. It's 7 PM. How the hell did that happen so fast? It can't be Monday night already.

Yeah, it can. And it is. And it's time for me to get some writing done.

I did end up with a total of 2,036 words yesterday and I'm really pleased about that. If I can do anything tonight as tired as I am - and brain dead which is another side effect of Monday - I'll be very happy.

Have a good night and a good week. But I'll be writing something before the end of the week.

Lauren