With the temp dropping to near record lows last night, there was nothing else to do but write. And so I did, well past midnight, listening to the furnace kick on every few minutes, feeling the love from Old Sparky, praying that he wouldn't short out on me or delete files from the hard drive.
And then a bonus this morning. Galley proofs for one of my books. Now I get to read the manuscript one more time, in near final, published form, and address a host of questions raised by the proof readers and galley editors who always have questions like:
What were you thinking here?
Why can't you write any better than this?
Why are we publishing this piece of crap?
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