A deadline. Please pass the laundry detergent.

Deadlines.

It’s amazing how much laundry gets done when there is writing to do.

Anyone reading this regularly knows I’d rather vomit 48 straight hours than do a load of laundry. It’s top of my time waste list.

Except when there’s work to be done.

I could sit here and analyze why I wash and dry and fold when I need to be writing.

Those truths must remain locked deep in my subconscious for another time and a professional. Today I write.

I’m setting a goal. First draft done before I can get up. Before fingers removed from keyboard.

This does not include reheating coffee. For my body must function to write.

Potty breaks must coincide with reheating coffee.

I can do this.

Here’s to a very green productive day and piles of stinking gym clothes over my left shoulder.