…don’t say anything at all? And yet still I try to fill my (self-induced) obligation to blog.
I’ve got ten pages to write for my novel workshop, a new short story to wrap up in a week, and 80 pages of fiction to read and critique. My head is going to explode, or I’ll be up all night, or both.
How is it that I still have time for regretsy?! It makes no sense.