I sit in my pajamas in front of a fireplace typing this. Think of this as a mini-retreat at a cabin with the winter outside and warmth within. In fact, it’s warm enough that I’m getting sleepy …
No, that will not do. I came here to write, or at least finish editing Whose Hearts are Mountains. I only have three chapters left; I can handle that. But first, a nap …
A half-hour later, I’m awake. The fire is now roaring, and I’m ready to start writing again.
But first, I have to watch the video my friend in Poland (who probably doesn’t read my blog) just dropped …
I need to stop procrastinating. This IS my writing retreat.
On to editing …
Words Like Me 