Ugh, if nothing drains you like an eight hour day of taking phone calls, answering emails and training someone new...I just don't feel like working on my novel tonight. Or working out. I mean, here I am thinking that all I did was stare at a computer monitor all day and don't want to stare at another one all night, pounding out 1667 words to keep on top of things. And here I am, checking facebook (love looking at every one's Halloween pictures), checking the blogs I keep up with, and I vacuumed the first floor of the house (it was more like chasing tumbleweeds of dog hair across the floor). This is exactly why I say, write or find reasons not to.
Then, I remember seeing Jewel in concert last week and how she said you decide what to do with your hands. No one else does. No one else can make me write. So, I'm getting off the blog, getting a glass of water and pounding out those words. Or maybe I'll hit the bowflex and then the key board.
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