Assignments and Chicken Feed

Oh boy! I get hit with a request for several assignments (at least I have SOMETHING to keep me writing every day) and I'm amazed at how quickly I've become focused on my writing.

The chickens, meanwhile, are keeping me busy. I swear they're digging an escape tunnel down by one of the bushes next to the fence. One of them digs deep and the other two keep watch. I look out the window and two chicken heads pop up and do that guilty-looking jerky swivel to see if I've noticed. I have. The other chicken is frantically digging.

I don't know why they wish to escape. Maybe they really don't see me as Chief Chicken and think I'm ominous in some way. Or maybe it's that I got so engrossed with my writing (yes, occasionally it does happen) that I burned their food. They might never forgive me.

Now I have to find some way to incorporate chickens into my story so at least I can call this 'research.'

I have at least written my back cover blurb, which is a real joke since I don't actually have a novel written yet. Here's hoping it will help keep me focused.

I'm sure the chickens are rooting for that result. It will give them time to dig.