Either a few stars aligned to grant cosmic power over the schedule, or the Postmaster had taken my statement of needing mental health days seriously (if the latter, I’m grateful but genuinely surprised), but I wasn’t scheduled to go in on my non-sched (not-scheduled for those outside the post office) this week!
I would say that today would be filled with writing and editing, but I had to prove my words to children this morning: “You can play as soon as you get your chores done”. These kids pay attention to my actions, so they’d notice if I was doing the things I wanted to do instead of my own chore list.
Being an adult isn’t fun.
Those chores are done, though, so I can take a little time and get some writing done before the next crisis. I might take a page from Kevin Hearne’s book and set a writing sprint time, since those seem to work for him and other writers.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of a moved rug for the floor-cleaning chore, Old Man Casey has taken up a post in the office to listen to me plunk away at this keyboard.
Time to write, folks!
-JB Swift
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