I am watching my 4 year old neighbor glide down the wet pavement in his red boots, grinding what wet leaves are left into paste while his dad patiently strides behind him.
That Eddie, is a good father. It's not even 4 pm, and daylight is fading and up and down, he follows his boy while I actively avoid writing.
I've been busy, active, on the move. Parades, plays and literary festivals. When I am moving, I don't worry.
Sitting at the computer gives me time to dwell on tomorrow's appointment and my google fingers get twitchy.
At least until now. Today, I'm feeling calm and I'm able to get back to my never neverland, a fictional town found only in my mind's eye. A private map.
I hear Lincoln logs clinking above me - a reprieve from the day's bickering - and there's tea on the stove.
I might be behind, but I've decided to stay with this nano pledge and see it through, chasing behind a story ten steps ahead of me.