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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.

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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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