That’s what I said yesterday to an invitation to a Mother’s Day cook-out, a surf and turf on the grill, no less.
It was Sunday and I was technically “off” from my day job. But I had to work on revisions to the novella accepted by The Wild Rose Press. I’d scheduled Saturday and Sunday as days to at least begin them. I don’t have a specific deadline, but make my own – I work better that way.
I’m hoping that this is not my last published manuscript. So I know there will be more times when I have to make a choice.
And there will be many times when I say, “Sorry, I can’t…I’m working.”
Writing “work” will probably come first.