I realize that there are cobwebs growing on my blog. But here's the deal, Sam only sleeps a few short hours during the day. At that time I like to be working on my book (which has a self-imposed deadline for completion of 12:01am on December 25th). That's because it's the only time of day that a certain young man will let me sit at the computer without disruption.
Oh, I thought I was a genius. I took his giant baby pen and wedged one end behind my desk and the other end behind my chaise lounge. Sam could play in one half of the room. Mommy could type away on the other. It kept Sam out for a couple of days, until Sam realized that he could pull the gate toward him and then repel over it. So, he simply climbs over it as he pleases now and my writing has slowed down dramatically.
In any case, I'm on chapter 27 and can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's odd though, the more I write, the more I want to write, and the more I want to write, the longer my book gets. So while I thought, at one point, that 29 chapters was going to do it for me, now it's looking like 40 chapters is a more realistic stopping point.
Santa Claus Is Coming to Town has never sounded so ominous before.