Not that I was a total sluggard. I did get up this morning and put pork roast and vegetables in the slow cooker so we would have something for dinner. And I did my readings and meditation. And I scraped snow off the sidewalk and garage apron when I went out to get the mail. And I put in my time on the stationary bike. And I made some progress in a couple of books I am reading -- research, I swear, it's research! -- for the sake of my novel.But except for a very few lines, I did not write anything on the novel today. Lots of other things, but nothing there.
Must ... buckle ... down!
To paraphrase novelist Joe Ryan, "There's nothing to match curling up with a good book when you should be writing one yourself."
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