"You never know how low you can go until you find yourself ten feet down and still sinking."

I've had that sentence sitting there, queued up at the start of chapter twelve for quite some time now. Just waiting for me to find some time to come back and give it some companions.

I was hoping with the start of a new month (how is it March already?) that I'd get back into a good groove with the fiction-writing, but today wasn't that day. Sure, I could've skipped watching those two episodes of the first season of "Lost" with Elizabeth tonight and holed up in my office to do some writing, but I wanted to hang out with her and our latest addiction -- we're hooked!

Or I could've not read those four or five books with Drew and put him down for a nap early. But I chose not to.

Or I could've not done all my day job stuff as well as my new job prepping, and banged out some new wordage on that chapter.

But sometimes the novel has to remain on the back burner. I've been thinking about it, but only in a little, tiny corner of my brain. The rest of my head's been too busy with house stuff, job stuff, and trying to keep up with Lizzie and Drew. I'm not complaining. Just trying not to get out of the habit.

I figure I'll get back into the storyline again, and get on a nice 1,000-word-a-day roll soon. Maybe even tomorrow. I do that, and I have a pretty good draft done by April Fool's. I can live with that! And at some point I need to get my protagonist up from ten feet underwater... Later.