That’s right. You heard me. While you’ve been at work. Or playing with the kids. Maybe even when you’ve been sleeping. I’ve been sneaking behind your back, quietly working on my novel.
Oh, maybe not every night. But many nights. Some early mornings on the weekends too.
I’m only just telling you now because I have a quick three minutes before I’m doing it again. Thought it was about time I fessed up.
And you know what? I’ve been enjoying it.
It makes me feel young and virile. It makes me feel wanted and needed. It makes me feel like I’m driving a ’68 Jag XKE with the top down along some ocean highway at sunset, Wayfarers on, and the wind rippling through my thick, luscious hair.
You know what else? I’m not going to stop.
Novel Writing Totals
Today: (Wouldn’t you like to know…)
Total: 198 hours