Post #2 for the Damn Commitment I made to Myself to Publish Every Day for 30 Days
Day 2, and I’m already behind. WTH?!
I committed yesterday to post one post a day for the next 30 days. But time is not on my side today.
So what do I do? Get into the drafts and pull out one of my starts and try to fudge it?
I can’t do that. I am a perfectionist, and it gets in the way of productivity.
I know the first thing I’ll do is pull up a draft, re-read it. Hate it, or at least not like it very much.
Too wordy. Too condescending. Too bossy. Too much information.
Which would cause me to delete and start again.
So I’m back to the drawing board with not much time to post something. ANYTHING, to keep my promise to myself.
Ok, so, I’m gonna tell you about what happened to me this morning when I grabbed an Opposum by the ass.
It was 4 am, the time I normally get up. I had big plans for the day, which included burning the boxes that had accumulated in our mudroom.
There was enough light cascading into the mudroom from the barn light so I could see enough to gather the boxes without turning on the overhead light.
