First of all, Word Raccoon says she is not in construction, so she does not know why she is being asked to knock down so many word walls, and that maybe she just won’t do it, that I can move them all by myself.

Fine then.

She woke up, set the alarm for half an hour later, then decided she was awake. So began this long morning when (right now) it’s only just past eight and she’s screeching that we’re late to the laptop.

Oh goodie. It’s going to be one of those mornings.

She had a quarter of her waffle and a tiny sausage link and pronounced herself stuffed. She would cheerfully forego snacks, lunch, and dinner today just because she’s in a mood. (She didn’t even bring snacks with her to the sunroom. Actually, I think we have emergency snacks in our writing bag, but don’t tell her or she’ll fling them out the window. She did grab a Coke Zero, though I am not at all sure I should have let her have it.)

Book Goblin she did insist on bringing, and she’s chilling in a wall basket within eyesight. She demands we find a pinecone before we leave the retreat, and I think I’m going to have to please her if I want her to shut it.

I blame last night on her outburst. I let her stay up too late submitting poetry, after she told me she was exhausted but also wanted to play with poetry. While she does not enjoy submitting poems, if I let her touch them, she will revise them, and if you give a raccoon a cookie…

I must admit, I think she improved the poems, whether they get published in these particular venues or not.

(The ducks are fishing on this side of the river this morning. Sorry, but we will not be taking social calls from waterfowl or other wildlife today.)

WR also informed me this morning that the title of my WIP isn’t final. I hadn’t considered that, but she’s probably right. That’s another bridge for another…

I think she’s frustrated with me because instead of writing new material, we are putting on the goggles and taking out probably as much story today as we did yesterday. If only my raccoon will be patient, that little trash panda, once we get clear of that, the real revisions can begin. The fun ones.

She says this post is a waste of time. I say it has (mostly) quieted her, so it’s totally worth it.

Now it’s time to set a sacred timer and enter the novel. Hard hat required for this construction zone.

P.S. She says I should make clear that I make no promises for an evening (or any other day) edition updating this post. She’s so sassy…