I'm plodding along with my new book.  As I'm working, visitors peek in the window, hoping I'll take a break and scatter some seeds.


I seeeee yooooooou!

And my little assistant always starts our writing time so excited to help. 


"Lets go! What are we doing? I'm ready!"

But within a few minutes. . .



"Milo has been napping on the job," I told my daughter last night.

She smiled. "For Milo, napping IS the job."