I've got nothing today! Well, not nothing entirely—in a bit I'm going to sit down to write the last part of the first draft of my book, a part I've been researching for probably six weeks and am so excited to put to paper. But that's for the book, not the newsletter, alas. I was really hoping that if I sat down and typed "I've got nothing today," my fingers would keep moving and prove me wrong. But instead I'm sitting at the kitchen table eating leftover pizza and listening to the birds that have filled up the bare trees, watching my dog resettle himself in front of the heating vent, which isn't actually blowing any air, but he's hopeful.
Some Messy Hope
Some Messy Hope
Some Messy Hope
I've got nothing today! Well, not nothing entirely—in a bit I'm going to sit down to write the last part of the first draft of my book, a part I've been researching for probably six weeks and am so excited to put to paper. But that's for the book, not the newsletter, alas. I was really hoping that if I sat down and typed "I've got nothing today," my fingers would keep moving and prove me wrong. But instead I'm sitting at the kitchen table eating leftover pizza and listening to the birds that have filled up the bare trees, watching my dog resettle himself in front of the heating vent, which isn't actually blowing any air, but he's hopeful.