There was a moment, this morning, that was like that moment in the move Sliding Doors.
Had I gone one way, I would now be ensconced in my writing garrett, churning out words. As it was, I went the other way. And while I am now well-fed and have managed to con my sister into buying me German wool, I have not actually made any progress on my creative writing. Dangit.
So, having publicly shamed myself, I should probably put my socks on and get me to my garrett.
Wish me luck.