A Monday Writer Funny...

 

Deadlines...

 

Can't shoot'em, can't miss'em, can't trade'em for hockey cards, can't disinfect'em.

 

They don't even have the half life of plutonium.

 

They won't go to your neighbor's house even if they have better kibble.

 

And they won't pick up after themselves, and they won't load the dishwasher.

 

But they're there, alright, hanging around...

Gotta finally meet them to make them go away.

 

On Mondays, they play under my bed to wake me up. Sometimes I even have to feed'em before my first cup of coffee.

 

Yeah, they're motivational alright.

 

Until the ID Channel airs a perfect murder involving them as victims, they remain. ;-)

The Work...

 

You sit down at your writing desk.

 

You adjust the items laying there.

 

You notice some dust.

You go to the utility closet to get furniture polish and a duster.

You polish, return spray and duster, and you sit back down.

 

You pick up a pen or place fingers on keys.

 

You hesitate... you project that 1000-yard stare battle weary soldiers, and writers, do.

You begin to lay down words at a feverish pace.

You finish.

 

You sit back and admire your work.

 

Today, your time spent in the grocery store will be streamlined, thanks to this superb list!

Uh-huh....