Not that I didn't know that already, but when he said to me last night, "Where can I take the kids tomorrow so you can have time to write?" I was reminded all over again why, reader, I married him.
Anyway, it turned out that it was much more practical to let him stay home with the kids (and keep the van) while I went out on the authorial town, so I let him drop me off at a promising-looking café where I hoped I would find sufficient peace (and breakfast, and lunch, and generous amounts of tea in between) to write.
It turned out to be perfect. The café had plenty of room, the chairs were comfortable, the food was excellent, they had a plug-in for my laptop, they let me sit there all day, and by the time I packed up and left at 4 p.m., I'd revised three whole chapters. (Though it helped that I promised myself a slice of Chocolate Mousse Mudslide if I got at least two chapters done.)
I can't wait to go there again!
Seven chapters down, fifteen to go -- though these early chapters are the easy part, there'll be a lot more rewriting later on. But still, I am pleased. It looks as though I've got a good chance (Lord willing) at making that May 1st deadline after all.