Sunday

I spent the weekend by myself. Rob was in Las Vegas, meeting with the Lumos convention committee about the 2006 HP symposium. The girls were at karate camp. I was too broke to go out and do anything for fun, and so I just I stayed quietly at home and read on Saturday. I'm talking total irresponsibility here: I cut karate sparring and ate nothing but Doritos for lunch. Whoa, the fall of civilization. I did go to my sister Betsy's for dinner, since my parents are in town visiting.

Today, I cut church, but I did gird my loins and face the mess that is my house. I spent a good two or three hours deep cleaning the kitchen. I cut the lawn. Drove to pick up the girls at camp (they had great fun this weekend) and then drove to get Rob from the airport. We are all home, and I am hectoring my minions to make them clean.

From truepenny's journal

Becoming a better writer, like becoming a better person, is about facing the consequences.

That rings true for me. And I suspect that there are a number of consequences I am balking at facing. Which is why I feel so stuck right now.