After 82 days of writing at least 12 sentences of new fiction a day, I finally dropped the ball. It was totally inadvertent. I just forgot. But the chain knows no excuses.
“You’ve been getting things done for 2 days straight.” What a letdown. Oh well — a writer is someone who has written today, they say. (The balance of Google hits attributes that saying to J. A. Jance, but I’m pretty sure it predates her.)
Apropos of nothing, but because any post should at least link to something cool: “The unanimous opinion among The Thugz was that you must base your work around a time-tested law of ghetto capitalism: losers must die in full view.”