How Can I Blog When You're Winking at Me?

[Peg Herring]

I've griped before about how life interferes with writing, and it's happened again. My husband is away for the week. I made no appointments, dates, or plans for Monday through Thursday, intent on finishing some writing things that have been nagging at me. Everything was set for four days of concentrated effort, and then Life said, "No, wait. You'll have to deal with this, and by the way, it's going to take up all of Monday and significant portions of each day for an unforeseeable length of time."

Yeah, I know. The great writer finds time to write. But like the old song misquoted in today's title, something/body always seems to be distracting me, "winking at me." I guess it wouldn't be life if it didn't interfere with the best-laid plans.