Back In The Saddle (Part Four)

Seeing as the only other things that would have gotten me out of bed that Monday fall into the category of emergencies, and not just any emergency either (“The house is on fire?  Wake me when it reaches the hallway . . .”), what I’m saying is that my decision to write had very little to do with virtue or a work ethic.  I did it because, given the chance once more, I had to do it.

That’s a little scary to me sometimes . . . but I’ve learned to live with it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a story to work on . . .

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