I have today done my duty to the gym, picked up the SRM tax paperwork from the accountant, and the curtains from Penney’s. I washed the dishes, hung the curtains, moved the couch, and the television set, wrote an InfoDump, made four phone calls in order of annoyance from futile to infuriating, answered several bidness emails, but I have of course done no actual work as yet.
Time for a cup of strong black coffee, some dark chocolate, and a pile of manuscript pages to revise.
Look! There at the desk! With the red pen! It’s. . . Superwriter!
See y’all on the flipside.