While I’m hardly starving and backing up the “artist”-thing would take
some willing suspension of disbelief, I too must eat.
Hence, I Targeted this afternoon.
Hence, I’m wiped.
Hence, I got no work done.
Hence, I’m sitting in timeout (metaphorically speaking… which with my
screwed up head is way worse than cooling
my heels in the corner.)
But even though I’m stuck on a self-punishing / guilt loop, I am here
blogging.
Like I promised.
Twice a day, every day.
God help us all.
By the way, Frank’s still on the couch. Yep, the specter of Writhe’s
failure is still hanging out at my place and getting fatter by the second. The
amount of crumpets that guy shovels in is freaking absurd. (SIDE NOTE: not
crazy, see previous posts for all the good times with the Frankster.)
I’m hoping to get some actual writing done this evening, but generally
one has to be awake to write and that could prove a problem for a freshly
Targeted Chloe.
But I was here on this blog. Admittedly a small accomplishment but one worthy,
I hope, of at least one little gold star on the big tote board of life. Some
days a single speck of pretend gold is all anyone can ask for.
*sighs*
*Frank rolls his eyes*
Pardon me while I go slap a fat specter silly.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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