I got 500 words of The Hushing Days written yesterday… Bravo me, right?
I was aiming for 1,000 words… Under-achieving gutter rat, right?
Yeah, either my great 1k Battle Plan outlined in yesterday’s post is
foolhardy and pompous or I really am that destitute slacker my nightmares have been
accusing me of for decades? Fine choices there.
Of course there is a third option. A rather namby-pamby excuse that
would usually hold little water with me, but one my frayed confidence is
clinging to with sweaty hands…
Maybe, just maybe, yesterday was a fluke.
An anomaly.
A departure from the norm so extreme that all its data should just be
tossed.
*closes eyes, contemplates the
quandary until…*
*four-legged, furry muse takes a
sharp nip at my obsessing butt and tells me “Just get on with it. Geez!”*
Hmm… rather good idea, that.
Pardon me while I “get on with it.”
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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