I’m elbows deep in a writing project.
It’s past my bedtime; even past my second bedtime.
I’m dedicated to this blog and to the writing project. Here I am, showing up for each.
Which makes me sound awesome.
And I am.
But also, I waited until the last minute for both, after having plenty of time all day for the blog and all month for the monologue.
This works out well because I’ve challenged myself to keep this post at 100 words, since brevity is something I’m working on. And since tired.
I succeeded. This is the 100th.