Yesterday I made the decision to gift myself with a full day of writing—today. My husband has a recipe he wants to try (PTL) and how long could my little chores actually take? Especially if I did my planned cleaning a day ahead of time. Which I did.
So here it is, going on eleven. I've put bird seed in the feeders, made, cooled and refilled nectar feeders, fussed around writing some erudite emails, critiqued a piece of my granddaughters (which I did a terrible job with—another story), prepared to critique some chapters from a critique partner (who I can hammer away at with abandon), and well, that's about it.
Story? What story?
This post is short because I'm assassinating Procrastination at this very moment. Anyone got a bullet?
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