I've heard of two left feet, but never two left hands.4395 all in. Difficult to separate the days as I'm jumping around, editing, moving shit, popping narrative zits, etc. Did most of my writing today while I was cooking dinner. Fortunately, the scampi has a slow reduction time and I can flip shrimp with my left hand while I type with my left. Not really, but it feels like it sometime.
45615 to go.
Knowing me, I'd get distracted and the shrimp would go tough.
(But aren't we supposed to avoid editing? Never mind. I do it in the November writing orgy if not doing it means I'll lose a valuable idea or turn of phrase.)
But now I want shrimp scampi. I have the shrimp. Frozen, yeah, but I have some . . .