The Plan

It's 10:11a.m. and I'm officially at work. Kind of.
During a dear friend's farewell on Friday night, I was talking about writing with another of my uber-dear friends. This one works in publishing, and she said the best and only advice she could give was to write, at the same time, in the same place, each day.
Thus, I am now set up in our front room, heater on my right, pot of tea on my left, snowy neighbourhood outside the windows, and my trusty laptop awaiting my attention.


If I get enough work done today, I get to watch an episode of Battlestar Galactica. These are the things of incentives in my officeworld.
Wish me luck, folks.