My coffee sat and got cold this afternoon. I was starving by the time I got home.
It was a great, great day. and I"m being entirely serious.
How can these two things be indicative of a good day? When you put them in the context of this: I was caught up in writing and editing (other work. I'm not cheating on the challenge. I have a second project going hehe) and processing and thinking about Beyond the Seven Seas. I have direction.
I blame Tim. :D Thank you. (c: