Look at me—I’m writing all the time. This is good. Really good!
One would think that the apocalypse is over with all of the free time I have. But when you find a safe nook, killing time takes on a whole new meaning. I am thankful, though—I have a cozy spot while others are sprinting for cover. Still, my supplies will only take me so far.
I must make the best of this unexpected lull. And keep churning out pages.
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