Part II: The Last Straw
So, with my hotel writing session now aborted, I was out of time to relocate for a fifth time, set back up and make any real progress before having to rush off to the immovable post of picking up my son, I gave up.
I didn’t give up on the goal. I couldn’t. I had already had a solid week and a half of getting nothing to publication. I couldn’t NOT finish.…
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