There are weeks I live solely for the weekend, and this past week was no exception. I expected two days devoted to indulging my one true love—writing with my primary commitment to creating a working plot and interviewing my characters. But Saturday’s unexpected indoor water park fiasco derailed the full day’s schedule. A short-lived leak requires massive effort to fix the basement. Now all my eggs rest in a hopeful Sunday basket.
The crucial question open for discussion over my morning coffee is whether the prudent action is to filter through the remains downstairs and put everything back together again or to continue as planned and keep my writing appointment. The list of Pros and Cons grows in my mind. Neither outweighs the other by a significant margin until I realize it’s not an either-or proposition. Pomodoro to the rescue.
The clean-up project does not require my complete concentration, and…
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