Five hours

I spent a great deal of the day packing things up for my move. I'm worried, scared, excited, scared and a little more scared. Despite all of the packing, I was able to write a little bit for my short story 'Red Meat,' transfer more stuff from paper to my laptop, and wrote about 1,000 words for my trucker romance novel. Laugh, Trebor, I dare you. But I did. I DID.