Work on novel.
A girl has gotta eat, right? Better make some lunch.
And you can’t write while you eat, so maybe just one episode of New Girl. Ok, two episodes.
Speaking of food, I need to get groceries. I should make a grocery list.
Man, I love lists. What else do I need to do this weekend?
I really need to dedicate time to brainstorming. Add that to the list. Brainstorm about marking, book research, and blog.
Wow, the blog. I should blog. Yes, and that will get me warmed up to work on the novel.
Book research. I should read those library books before they’re due.
And then take notes.
And then brainstorm over the notes.
Maybe I should actually write a little bit about what I learned from the library books. That’s still progress, right? Short assignments?
I just need to run to pick up my prescription, and then it will be time to write.
Except Target exhausts me. Just a tiny nap. A short one. Well, okay, an hour. Two hours.
Crap. I napped three hours. Now I feel like a bum. And I still haven’t written. I should write.
And I will. I just have to wake up a little bit. Let me just eat some dinner, and then I’ll attack the novel.
Chipotle was not a good choice. I can’t write with my stomach hurting like this. Plus I have a headache. I’ll take some Ibuprofen, drink some water, wait till I can focus. I can’t focus when I feel like crap. No way. No one would expect me to.
Know what? ENOUGH. I HAVE TO WRITE. Write for one hour.
Writes for three.
That felt good. Tomorrow I should start writing earlier.
Wake up and avoid all over again.