“Whatcha doing?” Gena bounced to a stop next to her dad’s desk.
He didn’t look up from his laptop. “Writing.”
He sighed but still didn’t look up. “I’m working on a novel.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you going to write it all today?”
“No, but I’ll get a good start this month — 50,000 words. It’s NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Enough to start, although I’ll have to keep going. I promise we’ll do something together when November’s over.”
“You say that every year.”
He didn’t answer; he’d gone back to his writing.
In other words, I do apologize for not posting on Monday, but I’ve signed up for the madness yet again (eighth year in a row). I will try to be better about posting.