Having finally escaped the clutches of my overly comfy bed, I decided to went out for a warm cup of green tea to get me in the mood to write. Which I cannot do in the confines of my own room, what with all the distractions and the temptations to do anything but work. Unfortunately for my wallet and my waistband, I ended up not only getting a cup of tea but also a slice of cake. (Starbucks calls it the Guilt-free Indulgence because no sugar was added. Ha! As if I’d fall for that.)

Anyway, after 2 hours of researching, spacing out, and then researching again, and then spacing out again, with a little bit of writing drafts in between, I’m still nowhere near finishing this. Yet I’m here ranting and procrastinating, restraining myself from back-reading.