Typical Northwest. It's the first day of summer, and it's raining. Forgive me, Northwest darling. But your blustery temper (or temperatures?) has officially come between us. And though I love you dearly (as one loves a crazy relative), I know I will be leaving you for warmer climates (say...Arizona, perhaps?) when I am a rich and famous published author.
Will this be soon? Or am I destined to endure another June-uary? The choice is mine. Dare I procrastinate on my great project any longer? Nay. Page by page, I can start to feel the Phoenix sun beat down, warming my frostbitten fingertips. But I cannot blame the weather for my lack of motivation...or maybe I can. It is a fact: I definitely get more done when it's sunny.
It's the first day of summer, and that means I have ten days until my halfway point. I must make some progress.
Novel update: Nothing yet. 192 days remaining.
Will this be soon? Or am I destined to endure another June-uary? The choice is mine. Dare I procrastinate on my great project any longer? Nay. Page by page, I can start to feel the Phoenix sun beat down, warming my frostbitten fingertips. But I cannot blame the weather for my lack of motivation...or maybe I can. It is a fact: I definitely get more done when it's sunny.
It's the first day of summer, and that means I have ten days until my halfway point. I must make some progress.
Novel update: Nothing yet. 192 days remaining.
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