I meant to do revisions on book 3 today, but ended up doing housework for most of the day. The sun was shining, the weather was warm. I did go for a walk with the dog, though, so that was really nice.
So my question is this: why on earth do I do this to myself? And I say this with a laugh. I should have been revising. It’s unlikely I get a chance to work in the evening (between the little one getting up a bunch of times and the husband coming home, there’s not much concentration going on). I take a day off from my day job to write, and get completely distracted by things I can do when people are around. *facepalm*