Urania tidied the table. Calliope organized the pencils. Urania put away the clean dishes. Calliope pulled receipts out of Typist’s purse and entered them into the checkbook register. Urania reviewed a stack of scribbled notes. Thalia growled. “Stop it! We’re going to start pouring words into Book 4’s document. Like a bowl of corn flakes, there will be sharp edges, irregular shapes, and a lot of crunch. That’s what editing is for. Let’s go!”
Cal and Nia were really playing the wooden leg game with strategic stalling!
A professor of experimental psychology in graduate school described himself like the 10-year old girl. “I come up with the ideas. Others implement them.”
T-shirt: “I like to take my wife on romantic walks through the hardware store” 😁
(That's actually true for me & Deb. The scary thing is, she enjoys them. 💚)
>>"Like a bowl of corn flakes, there will be sharp edges, irregular shapes, and a lot of crunch. That’s what editing is for."
💚👏💚👍💚
Cal and Nia were really playing the wooden leg game with strategic stalling!
A professor of experimental psychology in graduate school described himself like the 10-year old girl. “I come up with the ideas. Others implement them.”
Progress, not perfection.