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I’ve finished. At least, sort of.
Is there still material to write? Yes. Should I have worked on that today? Yes. Did I do it? No. What did I do instead?
Start from the beginning and edit what was already there.
Was this a good idea? Who knows?
To back up a little: last night, I fell into bed by midnight which—for me—is extremely early, but I was exhausted. Except for a few brief occasions when Ned woke me, meowing for food (which he didn’t get), I slept until about 9:30.
I had grand plans for the day. Laundry, housework, bill-paying, minor home repairs, errands—and, of course, writing. Except it didn’t turn out that way.
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