I've been working away from the house on a temp job and it has seriously taken me from my writing. Want to talk about torture!

Now, the job itself is not torture. I'm planting trees around the county. It is a very dirty job. That's for sure. A shower doesn't always find the dirt in the ears or up the nose. Really dirty, but it is rewarding. Though I don't have the time to write like I want.

Some days I pray for rain just so I can write. lol Other days I want to work so we can get it all done. Very torn at times as you can tell.

This is my last week of doing it. We are planting the last batch today and then will begin laying the fabric down on certain locations. A few ranchers purchased 1400-1700 trees. The one took us all day. Surprised?

I have managed to get a couple chapters of The Men's Preservation Society drafted out along with a few chapters of Trust Me. I have to. My muses threaten me quite regularly. :) But I love it.