Every year, the Great American Smokeout comes along in November. And every year, I don't find out about it until sometime in the afternoon or evening, or even the next day.
Well, today I found out around noon. So, no excuses. No smoking for the rest of the day.
Haven't had one since 11:50. Ate lunch...and dessert...and now I'm sitting here, twiddling my thumbs. I think I might take up knitting. And gum-chewing. And homicide.
Just kidding on that last one.
Wish me luck. With the not smoking, not with the knitting/gum-chewing/homicidal mania. That I can handle on my own.
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving