When I was younger, my dad would use this phrase to mean “play hooky.” Ever hear this before? Well, my dad is a character all his own, who has coined many phrases and nicknames.
So, yesterday, I threw a shoe. After preschool “parent” orientation, I promised my husband I would spend quality time with him, no writing, no web surfing, no researching or reading. It was nice, once I got my leg to stop bouncing from anxiety. When I don’t work on my craft, I become jittery and have separation anxiety.
But, sometimes we have to join the real world for a spell. Remember those people who live in our house, work in our office, invite us to family gatherings.
Nothing to report, however, on my month-long challenge. Does that make me a slacker?
Well, rested and reconnected to my man, I’m ready to conquer my writing goals of the day.
What about you? Need a break? Then, throw a shoe!