that WRITER
that has written forty thousand words in twenty-two days.
Onwards and upwards.
and tonight, I am pooped.
that WRITER
that has written forty thousand words in twenty-two days.
Onwards and upwards.
and tonight, I am pooped.
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Our duty, as men and women, is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist. We are collaborators in creation.
Amazing pace, Mary Beth. Take a deep breath or two, add an adult beverage and get yourself at least somewhat unpooped. We wouldn’t want to to be, in Aunt Eileen’s words, “too pooped to participate”! Then onward and upward. By the time you read this you’ll already be on your way again, I’m sure.