It is now much later than it was earlier, when I was trying to plow through another chapter for a memoir that should be finishing around where I’m writing but is going to keep going for at least another five chapters. And that’s not good, because up until now, it’s been a pretty interesting book.

Ah, but the author wants his full life’s story, not just the interesting parts. He thinks the later stuff is just as interesting as the earlier. I disagree–but then, Ghostwriting Rule #3: “It’s not my book.”

Add to that the Women’s Studies manuscript that needs additional research and re-sectioning, the true-life love story I still haven’t had a chance to finish editing much less write its proposal, the last few chapters of the first draft of the 2nd edition of my ghostwriting textbook, the first draft of the 5th Edition of This Business of Books, and the three manuscripts I am trying to agent, and it’s understandable (I hope) that I didn’t get to rewriting Chapter 1 of Sultana for ReadAsWritten.com or do the freebee research for Bunny’s Busy Day.

I mean, it does seem reasonable, doesn’t it? PLUS, somebody finished the brownie bites AND I forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer earlier enough to make it for dinner. It’s been that kind of a day.

On the other hand, the cats have been fed, the laundry is waiting to be folded, and I’ve joined Diggs, Delicious, and a couple of groups on LinkedIn. So in some sort of ridiculous way, it all balances out, right? Especially when you consider that I got both girls to school on time to deliver dinner and await their class with the other two. So….

I think it’s time to sign off the computer for the night. Getting just a tad slap happy. More on the memoir tomorrow after I finish teaching from 9 to noon and before I listen to the tape from Ron on Chap 1′s rewrite.

Oh, for a new used car!