The joy of coffee

I came late to the joy of coffee, and the road there had its fallen trees, potholes, and badly signposted detours, but coffee and I have settled into a very happy relationship.

Did you see that I wrote a new short story? You can read The Emperor’s Cat here. Yes, it’s about a cat.

For various reasons, this week has been hard. Actually, it’s currently only Monday, so let me revise that.

Last week was hard.

Don’t ask why. I couldn’t tell you.

But hard weeks make me appreciate the good things in life, and last week made me appreciate coffee.

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What your Procrastination Critter is trying to tell you

The Procrastination Critter is a sneaky creature. Why don’t you procrastinate a while and read my strategies for defeating him?

I had good intentions this morning. I planned to get up, do a bit of housework, do a couple of writing sprints for the new short story I’m working on, and then write my blog post for tomorrow.

That’s not quite how it turned out.

I haven’t added a word to my short story and I’m only starting this post now. But I did learn some useful things.

I learned that listening to an audiobook makes sorting out recycling more fun.

Listening to the audiobook, I learned why they say you should cut at least 10% of your word count when you edit.

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How I believe I spend my day vs how I actually spend my day

How I believe I spend my day: sunrise

Self-deception is a fine art with a long and hallowed tradition. I’ve been getting gold stars in it since primary school.

In order to celebrate my continued success in this arena, I thought I’d lay out and admire how badly I deceive myself about how I spend my weekdays.

5:30am: My alarm goes off

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The joy of going back to work

Back to work shoes
Not the shoes I wear to work.

Monday was my first day back in the office after two weeks of lying in the sun editing my book and keeping His Royal Fluffiness company.

Don’t get me wrong, I like my work (most days), but going back after time off is like falling through the ice on a pond.

Worse, His Royal Fluffiness gets lonely. And he still hasn’t figured out how to use his new cat flap since the lion cat incident, so when I go to work he’s locked in all day and I feel terrible. Is having to sit by the door for eight hours to let the cat in and out a good excuse for not going to work?

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