It is 9:44pm on Saturday night, and I am about to head to bed. I was closing the lid on my laptop when I realized I hadn't written tonight's slice.
So here I am. Writing. Now.
My kids are at a Panic! At the Disco concert. One will be coming home afterwards; the other is spending the night at a friend's house. My husband is dozing at the other end of the couch. The dog is squeezed in next to me.
It is 9:46 pm. The friends we had over for dinner have already left. The slight buzz I had from my margarita is worn off, and all I feel is tired. And thirsty. I have written the grocery list.
What a glamorous life I lead, sitting on my couch at 9:50 pm, Saturday Night Live rerun on, trying to stay awake long enough to write a blog post so I don't lose my streak.
So I did it. I wrote. It's not good, but it's written.
Time to hit "Publish" and head on up to bed. For real this time.
Congrats on getting it done, and done well. :-) ~JudyK
ReplyDeleteI've hit a few too that I thought I would be too tired to finish. The one written with dilated eyes was the real challenge. It may be getting easier, too soon to tell for sure though.
ReplyDeleteThat was very interesting, even if it was rushed! I want to know more about the Disco party.
ReplyDeleteSo here I am. Writing. Now. Sometimes that's the best we can do. I admire your tenacity to maintain your glamorous life!
ReplyDeleteYay you! It sounded like a lovely evening with friends. But so nice that you didn't break your streak of posts.
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