Saturday, March 7, 2009

Feels like a wasted day. The bulk of my morning was supposed to be dedicated to spending time with my son and writing once his dad picked him up. Only his dad couldn't pick him up and I had to drive 45 miles to do the dropping off. While I did get to listen to a Nancy Drew Notebook book, the day was not productive. At all.

I'm posting now, risking being late for work, so that I can feel like I did something writer related....

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