Word count? zero. But what do you expect, I’ve been at work. I got up, got dressed, went to work. No time to write yet. No, I am not making excuses. Shut up. I don’t need your pressure.
Word count? zero. But what do you expect, I’ve been at work. I got up, got dressed, went to work. No time to write yet. No, I am not making excuses. Shut up. I don’t need your pressure.
Faster Pussycat… type! type! Oh. Hmm. Maybe you’ve heard that one before.
Hee hee! It’s here! I’m just giddy with excitement, and cranking away.
you mean you didn’t start writing at midnight? tsk tsk. 😉
No pressure. Sure, it has the potential to be the great American novel. But no pressure 😉
Oh great! Now I won’t get any time at all …
i haven’t written a single word yet. oy.