I’m too tired to do Thanksgiving. What, pray tell has me
exhausted? Why my NaNoWriMo novel, The
Covington Witches, that’s what. Yep. I’m at the 75% mark and hoping to
finish in time. It’s going to come down to the wire. What with the
procrastination, the endless cups of coffee I have to brew, the leaves I have
to follow on their path from the tree to the leaf-strewn ground below, I’m busy,
people! I have no time to cook Thanksgiving dinner. And I love Thanksgiving.
All of it. All of the food I mean. I need baked macaroni and cheese. I’ve never
deserved baked macaroni and cheese more in my life than this November.
But, I don’t have time to cook it. Or any of the other
dishes I’m tasked with cooking. Because everything I do is in service of THE
BOOK. Even this blog post, of course, sorry, but it is. It’s the place where I
get to talk my book. It is the reason for the blog’s existence. But, I’m too
tired.
Gobble, gobble.
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| not my Thanksgiving turkey |
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