It’s an odd thing. I haven’t been entirely convinced that I’m committed to fixing up this fairy story that’s been kicking around my files, and yet lately I’ve been waking up thinking about it. So I guess my backbrain is committed to it. Or maybe it just wants me to finish the silly thing and be done with it. There’s no way that setting a deadline to finish a stage of revision could have scared it. My backbrain is made of bolder semi-solid gelatinous neurons than that.
Fair enough. I guess for this coming month, I’m committed to sorting out this nonsense into an outline by the last Friday of February.
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