A friend and I were talking the other day about how when we're handed golden opportunities to write, we often, stupidly, do not take such opportunities. Mine happened last night. Kids went to bed great, husband went out with a friend, just me and my story, right? Wrong. Try me and someone else's story. Yep, I read the night away. Do I feel good about this? Of course I do . . . not. So today, with everyone hopping around, I'm sneaking a sentence or two or three in on my work in progress. I'm calling it just punishment for not taking advantage of undisturbed time last night. It's tough to be your own "boss" sometimes.
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