Maggie Stiefvater just kicked my butt and, if you’re a creative type, perhaps you should go let her kick yours, too.
Now, it’s time for me to take a shower, run my errands, and go hope I don’t blow up the mail room at the office. Everything was relatively unscathed after yesterday, but I don’t expect it to last. After all, I’m only pretending I know what I’m doing in there.
Then it’ll be back here for some writing. Because I’m a writer, and that’s what I do.