In case you're keeping count,
I didn't do any fiction writing this week, again.
Seriously, how fast are these weeks going, and is it just because we haven't had as much snow as I usually associate with winter? It's like somebody sped up the conveyor belt.
Here's a short list of more things I won't be doing today, or this weekend probably:
finishing anything on my knitting needles
staying away from the computer
tap dancing (though I feel a little tap shoe viewing coming on; mine look like my mother's old saddle shoes and even though I never learned to do a single one of the steps nicely I do love dreaming of figuring it out some day)
That last one? That's because I ate all the chocolate yesterday while not writing fiction.