An old song out of the 1930's describes my pace at getting my novel, The War Within off the ground. The lyrics, as I remember them, are Lazy bones sittin' in the sun, how you gonna get your days work done."
In Texas we don't intentionally sit in the sun with 100 degree temperature days on end. But I will confess to establishing a daily routine that could be called lazy. The morning paper and coffee, then an hour or so searching for a distraction on the computer and it's time to take the dog out...and so my morning goes.
Ain't retirement, without deadlines, hell?
I am fast approaching two deadlines...two art exhibits. I need fresh paintings for both. A painting of a buffalo stampede away from a wild grass fire is about 3/4 done and has been that way for weeks...and then I hope the spirit moves me with some sort of inspiration. In the meantime I am finishing the revision of my mystery novel, The Victim. It is the story of a single mom who lost her memory and a rebellious son. I will post a portion of it next time.

Bob