Thanks to Apple I have another reason not to work on my novel.  Not that I am complaining...much.  

I pine for the kind of time you can only get on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

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With frozen, shaking hands, I approached the stage.  

Next Saturday, I'll mosey up to a stage at Mary's Attic in Chicago…​

I make resolutions.  I never keep them.

I finished NaNoWriMo a couple days before the deadline but the story continues on.

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Twenty-five days into NaNoWriMo and almost at goal.  

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I'm the type of dork that sets up her workspace with all the things she thinks she's gonna need for an upcoming project that borders on superstitious.  

Frankie can suck it.

It never ceases to happen.  You fall in love.  

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My last entry talked about how I love to procrastinate.

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"It's Monday, the week is just starting, I'll write Tuesday."​

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