A day when I have an important assignment due shouldn’t be so beautiful. Okay, that’s stupid. I could have been working on this long before now; it could – maybe – be argued that I have plenty of time now that the hardest part of writing anything is done, and so on. But still. I want to get out and enjoy the sun for what will probably be the last time until April. But the only work I have is writing a story which I’ve already started on a computer, and I resolutely avoided buying a book yesterday because I have work to do and today I might not even be able to (is the bookstore open today? No, it doesn’t matter, I have work!)
Well, don’t panic. Let’s see how much of a story I can write on notebook paper under a tree or something.