The Big Jumper Cables

As she spent the weekend recovering from the side effects of throwing 40-pound bags of manure around her garden, she got out the big jumper cables. She read the books on writing that she knows amp her up to the point of it resembling shock treatments.

Today,  she ate her oatmeal and hightailed it to her writing spot, determined to get back on track. She’s had her Pomodoro timer going: 25 minutes writing, 5-minute break (to make a coffee), repeat four times to get a half-hour break. So, there will be words today, and way too much coffee.

We are shutting up and crossing our fingers. And shit, the timer is about to go off!