It’s a Monday after noon, the rain is pouring like there’s no end to it, and annamaria is sitting staring at the screen. No words, no edits, I can’t figure out where her mind is.
Is she creating new characters and stories in her head? Doesn’t she realize it’s not time for that activity until she finishes some of the things she’s already started. The edits for Incantation Paradox need to be completed and turned over to her editor. She needs to submit new chapter of White Swans to her writer’s group and on Critiquecircle. What about the story of the end of the world, or something like it, it’s not even finished.
Wake up, annamaria, and get to work.
Me, I’m going to go outside and play in the rain with my friend Jillian.