7/25/13

It is nine thirty p.m., and the last thing I feel like doing is writing two more chapters for my current project. I have already slogged through one chapter, and can feel the magic of this story quickly draining away leaving nothing but crusty soap suds and slimy hairballs . . . but I promised myself I would meet my quota, and meet my quota I will.

Advertisements

What Do You Think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s