Sunday Overtime

I know in the world we're living in today I shouldn't, but I can't help myself: I'm sick of working overtime. Medical billing is definitely not included in the recession. Urgh! 

My office is a mess and I'm trying to get ready for a workshop with my local romance writers group, Carolina Romance Writers in June. Our fearless leader, Virginia Farmer is trying to get every member up to Pro status by the end of the year. Meaning having a completed manuscript that has been sent out to an agent or publishing house. My current work has been on the back burner in preparation. Not that I'm not fleshing out bits in my head at the oddest times, including at work today. I just really need an extra day (or six) to get the condemned area back up to par for my brain to function instead of bogging down in procrastination.