The more I have to do, the busier I am, the more I get done on the novel. With nothing going, and all day to write, I seem to vegetate instead. With lots on my agenda -- ukulele, cooking, chores -- I fit in writing and make more progress. Old age rhythm, because I didn't used to be this way. I wrote every day without a problem. Now I can very easily vegetate all day unless something gets me going.
Waiting for the end ha ha.
Waiting for the end ha ha.
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