Saturday, November 4, 2017

Words

Scribbling is going as well as I expected. I write for a few hours, procrastinate for a few hours, write for a few more hours, invent 4987623 things to do to avoid writing and then scribble frantically to try to maintain some sort of semi reasonable word count.

On a semi-related note: my closet has never been so organized.

GIST - The Sunday Edition # 175

It's been awhile since I have done one of these although my offline gratitude practice remains on point. In no particular order, here ar...