I love to get things. I’ll happily go to the store and purchase a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms or a new bathroom organizer that will do nothing but sit on the wall taunting me with its messy shelves and utter lack of organization.
The problem comes when something has to be returned. See. The getting is so easy, but the returning is soooo hard.
So what is it? Why am I so bad at returning things?
My best guess – The thrill of getting is way more powerful than my desire to sit on the couch. And there is no thrill in returning.
Cue the awkward segue: Is there anything else more powerful than my desire to sit on the couch?
I’m joining the band of crazy people who have decided it’s a good idea to write a novel in a month. That’s 50,000 words in 30 days folks. At the end of November I’ll have 50,000 words added to my novel. It will be glorious. And you know what else is glorious? I can do it while sitting on the couch!
If anyone wants to be writing buddies, let me know 🙂