I promised myself that I would write one hour a day during the intense week of preparation for the arrival of five grown children and eight grandchildren for the holidays.

Cheers! I did it.

I also promised I would write one hour a day for the six days everyone was here. Well, I almost managed, maybe three of the six days...by getting up very early before the grandchildren came down the stairs wanting something to eat, clammoring and playing.

But I should give myself cheers for minor writing successes too --if I hadn't set the goal of writing one hour a day, I wouldn't have gotten any writing done.

Today is Sunday, the first day of calm after the storm. Every one is gone. The house is quiet, I slept in until 6:30 (late for me) and have already written one hour.

Now onto new goals.