Picasso of Procrastination
Good morning, sisters! I trust everyone’s Mother’s Day was fabulously lazy and full of pampering! I pretty much stayed in my pajamas all weekend, catching up on couch time and classic movies. Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, Sixteen Candles, oh the culture was flowing in the Colston house, as was the champagne. My second literary project wrapped on Friday and it was a thing of celebration! I totally cried. It will be shipping off to the editor today. *nail biting* I’m experiencing writer’s remorse. “Did I cut too much out? Do the chapters flow? Did I write the wrong ending?” It was so weird not working this weekend. Liberating, but weird. Then this morning it felt kind of nice. “No book to write today…I guess I’ll do some laundry.” Then I walked into my laundry room. “On second thought, I do have a sequel to outline… Better get to work on that.” After all, art always trumps chores. Michelle
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