I've recently returned from an awesome trip, visiting my son, Nick, in Chicago.  Nick took us to the Bean in Millenium Park, (which is absolutely the coolest, weirdest sculpture I've ever seen/experienced), the Willis Tower and Skydeck, (we bravely had our pictures taken while standing outside the 103rd floor, in a four feet wide Plexiglass ledge/box overlooking four states), The Navy Pier, and many other fun places.

Today, I began having problems getting back to the reality of my work...namely, revising my WIP, Dinosaurs and Cherry Stems.  I was frustrated.  It shouldn't be so difficult for an author like me to sit down at the damn computer and pick up where I left off, right?  During my third cup of tea, though, I finally discovered the part of my brain which drives me to write still thinks it's on vacation!  Specifically, my muse.

Wow!  I left my muse in Chicago!  I've heard of leaving your heart in another city, but your muse?  Come on!  Time to book a first class flight for its immediate return home, because until I get my muse back where it belongs, like in REALITY, the keyboard will remain cold. I will get way behind completing this project and getting it to my formatter. AND my editor...

Hark!  Who do I hear calling?  Oh, thank God; my muse has finally decided to join me, here at home, and it didn't cost me a penny for first class tickets, just a few wasted hours. And, I'm a bit sad about that...

So, today's message, peeps:  Don't waste your hours, because time is not endless. Time is precious.  Time shouldn't be squandered...get it?  Use your time, because once it's gone, it's gone!


I will begin my revisions, as soon as I run my dog, Emma...which is defintely not a waste of time, because my muse and my dog are great pals!  Have a great Memorial Day Weekend!