Ciao, everybody. How was your week? I had one of those “why’d I get out of bed” days—every day. Seemed like everything at work hit the fan and my personal life had more than a few distractions.
In short, it could have been more productive.
I’d sit down to write and realize I had to feed the dogs. I’d start to edit only to stop to answer a pressing message. A book release was pushed back, a completed manuscript required an unexpected revision. I’m telling you, if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. (That’s a stupid saying. What else would something be if not one thing or another? Maybe you shouldn’t take this post too seriously, as clearly, my mind is mush.)
If I had a dollar for every time I got distracted—Oooh! Chocolate!
Not. My son works at a chocolate shop and I can’t even get a…
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