journal, 2/21/17

Finished 750-word article to sell.  Not an inch of it on the blog.  Not even one of my little excerpts.  None.  Thinking of the rest of the day.  Goal: SELL.  Progress, upward, movement.  No stillness allowed.  Though, I may need to take a nap at some point, being so tired from the early wake and mother-in-law coming over early as she always so amazingly does to help with babies—  Yes, the writer’s tired.  And this coffee’s impact will only be for so long felt.  What do I do?

Now I’m home.  So what to do, nap.  I need a nap.  When I wake, I’ll be fire.  Sent two important emails since returning a casa, so I deserve some shutting of eyes, no?