Well-laid plans have a glorious and terribly irritating ability to laugh in your face, right before they crumble into a bazillion tiny pieces and disintegrate into nothingness. Yesterday I decided Friday would be a day off with a reasonable bedtime. Silly me. I stayed up much too late, creating new images, tweaking documents, taking notes, re-reading passages, and writing 300 brand spanking extra words before falling asleep.
Today the preset on my coffee maker malfunctioned. Someone had the nerve to suggest it might have been operator error, but I refuse to entertain such a wild notion. Whatever the reason, instead of the expected pleasant and serene early morning silence, I woke to the crash, boom, bang of life in overdrive. At least there was piping hot coffee with one touch of a button. Now, we are working on Plan B.
Are you writing for NaNo?
How is Day 7 progressing?
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