I love spanish rice. Ever since I was a kid and my mom was pinching pennies by serving up instant spanish rice with the cheapest sausages she could buy, I’ve loved it.

I woke up after about two hours of sleep last night, and when I couldn’t get back to sleep, I did some catch-up for my WriYe stuff. I realized that I didn’t work on Mourning Dove (re-titled Damages) as much as I’d wanted to. In fact, I’m not sure I put more than 800 words into it all month. I started it as my WriYe resurrection project in April; it had been meant as a memoir of sorts when I started it a long time ago, and now there’s actually …

It’s been a pretty bad couple weeks here. I can’t say it’s been fun, or even remotely the less-stress-route the doc described. BUT… I had an interesting phone call today… and received probably the best news I’ve heard in a very long while. I can’t repeat it, not yet anyway, but someday. In the meantime, this was me.

Can you believe it’s already time for another WriYe blog post? We’re almost at mid-way, too… *gulp* I’m falling behind, but I will persevere!
This month our questions were about software, and this led me a merry chase, let me tell you. It should be pretty cut and dry, shouldn’t it? But not with me… nope. With me, it’s spread all over the cheese plate.

How do you make time to write? Share your thoughts in comments…
The spring bug has bitten me, so on top of all the crazy and chaos previously mentioned, I want to write write write, but I’ve got no time time time. Gotta make it somewhere!