“The bad news is time flies.
The good news is you’re the pilot.”
Time flies A LOT when you’re a doggie. You wait for Mom to come home.
You wait for somebody to play with you.
You wait for friends to come by.
You wait to get chased out of bed.
I’m not the pilot of ANYTHING around here. I’m mostly waiting. And watching time fly by.
Mom has been writing a picture book a month for her 12×12 Challenge. She nailed it in January, February, and March. Here we are halfway through April and so far, she hasn’t written a book or an opening sentence or a word or even a letter.
Mom has not been the pilot of anything around here. She is mostly waiting. And watching time fly by, just like me.
She promises herself that she will get busy tomorrow. She will not just get busy being busy, she’ll get busy being productive! She will jump into the cockpit and fly.
I might jump into the cockpit,
but I have a feeling time will still fly by me while I wait for something fun to happen…
Mom will scan her idea list, pick an idea or two, decide on some characters and a setting, and for sure START WRITING. Tomorrow. First drafts are allowed to stink, so yay. She’s on it.
I will wait and maybe get to the park or Petco or the dog park.
Or maybe I will just play by myself for a while.