Uneasy

It's silly, but my girl is having her wisdom teeth pulled this week, and I feel it hanging over my head like an anvil. Maybe if I do the worrying she won't.

I find writing romance difficult when something like this is going on, even though I'm being a little ridiculous. But I hate seeing her in pain. (Yeah, we've been lucky and our offspring have been healthy--no broken bones, etc.)

Anyway, this is one of those weeks where a muse would be helpful, but since I don't have one, I'd better just bang away at the story and throw my angst into the pages.

I hope you're looking forward to something fun and fine this week!