I was convinced that I was going to dedicate Friday to sending in as many of my short stories, poetry and query letters to agents as possible. Somehow, I ended up accomplishing nothing. Not just with my writing, but in anything. Somehow, I managed to sit around the apartment most of the day and do absolutely nothing.
How does that happen?
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