I did "write one paragraph, minimum, even if it's crap" thing yesterday because that's all I could manage. Didn't even bring my briefcase. Didn't bring it today, either.
Busy.
Too busy.
On the way back from lunch I was (as I often am) thinking about a title and came up with A Breath Away from Death. Mmmmaybe.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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