But that's all background noise.
I found, in this unusual silence this morning, that I can actually outline Ruby. In a Shakespearean 5 Acts, even. Heaping abuse on my character as I go.
And if I can do that, then I can write it, can't I? So that's the title to this post. No excuse.
And since I lifted weights yesterday, there's no reason I can't feel justified in writing today. Gym tomorrow.
But meanwhile, before we leave, I should start her laundry and make a pot of soup and pack our things for the afternoon, get dressed and make the beds.
But I do have this outline thingy. And I'm trying to just accept that. Not be intimidated by it, not dismiss it either.