I have houseguests coming tomorrow morning. Am I cleaning? Am I shopping? Baking a pie?
No. I'm writing. Furiously.
This story has me in a powerful grip. An hour ago I phoned my dentist's office and cancelled my 1:00 appointment because I can't tear myself away from the chapter I'm working on. Now I've come online just long enough to check for emergency e-mail and give you this excuse for not blogging today.
I'll try to get things under control and check in here tonight or early-ish tomorrow. If I'm not cleaning, shopping, or baking a pie, that is.
You all behave yourselves while my back is turned.