It's ten minutes of one a.m., the short story is flowing like gravelly mud in winter, and I'm on the same page in the novel that I was on this morning, with virtually nothing changed. Yep, it's the perfect time to decide that the kitchen floor needs to be swept right this minute. And maybe mopped, too.
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Totally hear ya. I got a
Totally hear ya. I got a major deadline ... and my bathroom sparkles. Co-incidence? I think not.
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