I haven't written in almost 2 weeks. Family trips just sap the energy right out of you, and blow it up like a peep in the microwave until every last millisecond of your time is full. Then you come home and that mega-peep deflates into a crunchy, splatted mess. Which pretty much describes how I've felt yesterday and today.
Hopefully tonight, or else Thursday or Friday I will find a couple of hours. In the mean time, that silly writing prompt exercise has invaded my head. Claire and Helmut keep whispering about their motivations, their next steps. I don't need another WIP. I have one that needs finishing. I have ideas, strong ideas, for 3 more. I guess this one makes 4.
I must resist the urge to start something new. I must finish my WIP. I must resist the urge to start something new. I must finish my WIP. I must resist the urge to start something new. I must finish my WIP. I must resist the urge to start something new. I must finish my WIP...
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