In yet another of my cruel demands upon my hapless self, I have insisted that I have to write something every day. So I am writing this. It might not have much meaning or import, but it will exist, and that will have to do. For now.
Hopefully this discipline will lead to me working on my fiction on a regular basis.
Or perhaps not.
What’s going on here, Fredman, are you slacking off?
No sir, no. I was just doing it.
Good…I’m watching you. There’s no room here for daydreamers, lollygaggers or moonshiners.
Yes sir, yes. I know. I’m writing. See.