Oh, the irony
So I think I sort of finished another draft today. At least I sent it to a couple of friends to read, before sending it to the guillotine (aka Advisor).
So in a sense, I'm free tonight. Free to do all the things I've been longing dreadfully to do in the evenings. The Christmas crafts, the TV shows, the shameless blog lounging.
What do think I'm in the mood to do? Just guess.
No it's not baking. (Because you see, I have to be doing that: 3 promised pies and a cheesecake.)
Still don't know?
I feel like writing! I feel like sitting down with this draft and digging into it more. I feel like sifting through a few books to see if they can help me make a point better. But, you see, now I have to be baking. So I guess I can't.
Besides it's too cold in Office/Storage Room.