Because of a quirk of scheduling at the DayJob, I’m taking today off instead of my usual Wednesday. In theory, yesterday’s day of sloth has put me in the perfect frame of mind to accomplish massive amounts of writing. No, seriously.
In addition to needing to finish my novel, I recently picked up a quick nonfiction gig. I don’t think I’m at liberty to reveal details yet, but basically it was too cool an opportunity to pass on, even though sensible writers everywhere would have done just that. And no, Virginia, sensible writers is not an oxymoron.
I’m about to turn off other distractions and attempt (once again) to write the nonfiction piece. If you’re reading this, and you’re feeling generous, please pause for fifteen seconds, and make a psychic effort to dedicate that time to my writing. Assuming perfect efficiency of the system — telepathic time sharing has no moving parts — I’ll get a full minute of writing done for every four of you who participate. That might not sound like much, but it should be sufficient to provide just the boost I need.
Thanks.
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