My kids were total nightmares at the concert. Most of the time, when you do something nice for your kids, like take them to the park or out for ice cream, they are sweet and you're so glad you did it.
Seriously? You would have thought I was taking my kids to get their shots. Or to get tortured. The big one moped and cried, even during the songs he L-O-V-E-S, and the middle one was literally lying on the floor pounding his fists.
I'm so frustrated I have a massive headache. My husband had to put them to bed. I'm not cut out for this full-time mom thing, granted, but I can count on one hand the times I've been this angry with them. Do you know how much I could write in two Sunday hours? Or how much laundry I could have folded so I could write tomorrow?
Anyway. I've just added another 100 expository words to that "how-it-works" scene, and done some structural work on the outlines of the chapters. Almost every chapter is populated with a concept now. I envision 14 chapters of about 5,000 words each, but that's a pretty large word count for YA. It could be that some chapters are axed altogether.
Not a bad day, considering.