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Same Old Story

I had the best of intentions this morning. I was going to get up early and go to the gym.

I got up around 9 - which is not too bad considering I was up working until 1:30 and I have this thing about 8 hours sleep - and started to get ready.

I decided I might as well throw in the load of laundry I had brought to my friend's house. You know, the satisfaction of checking things off your list.

It was only when I went to look for my workout outfit that I realized I'd thrown a wrench in my plan.

I am now washing my workout outfit.

And so keep your fingers crossed that something won't come up this afternoon that will make me bail on getting fit.


Mastering the Craft

Mosaic Minds stuff is coming along. Had a great editor on the first major piece I wrote, which was quite helpful. Took in her suggestions and I think the piece is a much stronger one.

The editing process made me realize I have a recurring writing habit.

I tend to write all the pieces but mix up the order in which they are written. I'm not sure if this is a common writing *flaw* but I find I just need someone to tell me to switch sections around and suddenly, it's a much better piece of writing.

I can recall back to my highschool Creative Writing classes having the teacher write in red, "this section should go here" or "good effort but needs a stronger ending - perhaps use paragraph 8". When someone would point it out, it would then become so obvious.

Perhaps it's because of the way I write. Write outline. Write topics. Layout order. Write transitions.

I guess I need to work on sequencing. Or make sure I have stellar editors.


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