*a rat nest of mussed hair pops
out of an afghan fold, your blogger’s eyes eventually follows*
*a scowl is born*
Nightmares are crap.
Unmitigated clusterf**ks of filth.
*your blogger retreats back under
the covers*
*muffled, unclear but insistent,
the voice continues to grouch…*
I’m thinking the five hour long, marathon bad, bad, BAD dream I had
last night is punishment for yesterday’s work… Well, I suppose “work” is a bit of an overstatement. I’ll let you judge for yourselves.
I settled down in front of my computer with the intent to put a hurting
on Book Three. Knocking down the 500 words I didn’t knock down the day before
was at the tip top of my agenda. It was. Really.
*a guilty clearing of your
blogger’s throat rumbles from deep beneath the blankets*
*the sheepish confession follows…*
I researched instead.
The research was on Book Three, however, so at least I aimed my folly
in the correct direction.
Yep, punishment.
My mind knew I should have been cranking out actual words rather than
needlessly investigating atmosphere/history/scenery.
Someday I’ll learn my lesson.
Maybe.
*snickers into the afghan*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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