That’s what my stomach has been telling me for the last hour. I ignored its pleas and managed another 600 or so words.
Initially I thought it might be a late-night session, but its been one of those days where everything lined up nicely. Great class in the morning with a killer guest speaker, 3.5 miles on the treadmill, whipped up an icebox cake for the weekend, and writing before dinner. I have to teach my online students at 9pm, and I am going to be in a great mood. They are going to have the best time.
With the day’s writing out of the way, I don’t have a care in the world.