It's again a nice day, and the words keeps coming, haunting me like the wind flowing through the cracks in the windows. I have a deadline tomorrow. I like traffic lights! Except when they are red.
I'm recuperating a bit from a stomach bug (ice cream and lemon beer do not mix) after going on a long 20 km bike ride last evening. It could be I was just a bit dehydrated, eh? The headache is gone and I can still sit and type. I have the most comfortable bike seat, so my bottom feels pretty good. It's these small things in life that make life bearable and help us go on.
Might end up working pretty late tonight. My partner is off on a company BBQ, and won't be back until late either, so it's all good. Procrastination is a process too... just a negative one that builds anxiety. I swear though I write better when I am under some time pressure. Maybe once I sell my book and give it to the editor / publisher (not necessarily in that order of course), and they give me tons of corrections with a deadline then I'll be clearer. No no no, IT has to be wonderful before that... work work work.
