I walked two batters last night in the game. Vella came out to the mound and threatened to put her shoes on. It got really quiet all over the field because I JUST DON'T DO THAT. It was the end of the game, which was good, because I was totally freaked out.
Don't even remember if I wrote yesterday or not. Of course, yesterday sucked in a most major way, so I wouldn't be surprised to find I did not write. What is it about my having payroll spread out over my desk and peering intently on my screen that draws people to me like flies? Nothing to do today - no one bugging me.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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