This was one of those good-news/bad-news days. I got over 3000 words written on my new book, and really like what it's doing and where it's going... but I got so caught up in writing that I lost track of the time and didn't go over to clean my friend's house like I'd promised. Oops! Well, I guess that's why I call her my friend instead of my client. She knows I write, she knows I get lost in it, and she knows I'll get to her place eventually... but not tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm driving over into Michigan to have lunch with a friend who found out this last weekend her mother's been diagnosed with inoperable cancer and only has a few weeks to live. And this is why my cleaning-friend is really a friend, she knows that moral support in this kind of instance is more important than which day her family room gets dusted. Thanks cleaning-friend, and I really, really promise to get to over there first thing Friday. :-)