I’ve decided: today is hereby Über-Productive Friday, and I shall work my way through it to atone for yesterday, also known as Where-Did-That-Funk-Come-From? Thursday.
After a brief encounter with a latte, I shall truck on over to La Madeleine, purchase something delicious, and plant myself there all day. As long as they’ll let me, anyway, or until I feel the need to relocate to the Barnes & Noble down the street. (Always buying something, of course. It is not right to suck resources without paying at least a little back, but that’s another rant for another day…from Yours Truly, the ex-Starbucks-barista…)
I am intentionally choosing La Madeleine for this Day of Wonder Work, not only for their super-cute interior design, but because they do not offer any form of wireless internet. It’ll just be me and my manuscript, baby. Plus, it’s a good twenty minute drive, so I will not be tempted to clean, grocery shop, go to the gym, or other things like that that are at my fingertips here.
Most of this week has proved productive, but I had lofty dreams for the week and I really want to meet my goal. Don’t know if I possess the ability to do a twelve-hour day, like Laura did a few days ago – I do know this is wicked inspiration for Über-Productive Friday! (Thanks, Laura!)
Now that I’ve admitted this for all of you to see, of course, I’ve locked myself into additional accountability. Hopefully I’ll have a look of victory on my face next time I write (instead of shame, shame, I-procrastinated-all-day shame…).
PS: Let me just add, I have a love/hate relationship with the prefix über. Most days, it annoys me. Today, for some reason, I’m feeling like a generous queen, allowing the poor little über-pauper to exist in the realm of my kingdom. I’m just in an umlaut sort of mood, I guess.