You know how, when some paper was due in college, you felt suddenly compelled to tidy the closet, or clean out the kitchen cupboards, or almost anything except write a paper?
Today I feel inspired to write almost anything other than what I'm supposed to be writing.
As of last night, I was at 18,495 words, and not much has been added today. But not all is lost -- just as I finished spaghetti from Niki, her daughter brought me chocolate bundt cake.
I got a hug, too.