It's Friday, I've been writing for three hours, and thought I'd break to write a blog about taking a break.
Breaks are, after all, important. That's why I've made more coffee. I haven't yet eaten breakfast or lunch, and don't plan to (Fridays are also diet days, so I can eat more donuts on the weekends). I'm waiting for Chelsey, too, and can't wait for her to walk through the door so we can talk for five minutes before she disappears for twelve hours.
And after this break is over, I'm going back to my office where "old sparky" (my electrically challenged computer) awaits. This could be the day I produce the great American novel . . . or it could be the day "old sparky" blows and singes my fingers off.
Only God knows.
1 comment:
you don't sleep, do you?
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