Well, here I am back in my usual Sunday afternoon spot–sitting in the car in the church parking lot whilst the Punkin sleeps in the back seat. My hubbie is inside chatting with friends and eating (it’s a potluck dinner day). I’m barefoot in the front seat, laptop on lap (a good place for it, I guess), WIP open and ready to continue. I want to be writing. I should be writing. So why aren’t I writing?
Because I happened to pick up a wireless network from where I’m sitting. Suddenly I have Internet access in the parking lot, and the temptation is too great to resist (and on Sunday too.)
I shall be good girl now, and post this, then log off the Net and put my fingers to the keys in a more productive cause.