As a whimsical lass of 14, I started writing an annual letter to myself ten years in the future. I’m a terrible correspondent. I haven’t even opened a letter from … Continue reading Correspondence
As a whimsical lass of 14, I started writing an annual letter to myself ten years in the future. I’m a terrible correspondent. I haven’t even opened a letter from … Continue reading Correspondence
I was going to make this post days ago with a title like “three days to go” or something. But here we are, and it’s tomorrow (since I’ll be staying up till midnight to start!) Yikes!
And here is a picture of my freezer.

You guys, I have never had so much ready made food in my freezer at one time before EVER. Two lasagnas, two chilis, two chicken spaghettis. Two pizzas, two gyro kits. Two, two, two. It is a veritable Noah’s Ark in there!
Hopefully this will keep me from squandering my evening writing time in the kitchen. I think I will skip grocery shopping this weekend so I don’t have any fresh ingredients tempting me and telling me they’re perishable and I need to do something with them.
Because depend upon it, I will want to procrastinate. 😅 I am already feeling so massively paralyzed and blocked. Even to the point of being bored of my story. It feels stale. Probably because I have been thinking about it for years instead of actually, you know, writing it. 🤦♀️
Welp! I’ll just have to open my laptop tomorrow night and start typing at random and hope that some life can yet be breathed into this thing!
Tally ho!