I have, shall we say, a lot to do this week. One of the freelance projects is keeping me hopping. The business site needs some TLC. My mother-in-law is coming to our house for Thanksgiving, so I’m doing lots of baking, grocery shopping, cleaning, and all that. There’s work to be done on the bathroom-in-progress.
So naturally half a dozen scenes for the novel I’m not supposed to be working on popped into my head this morning. At 4:30.
I’d say “just shoot me,” but then I’d probably be stuck spending eternity with these stupid scenes banging around in my head.
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