I don’t have an accountability buddy. Not a live one. This morning, I chose you, My Imaginary Friend, to take on that role. Why you? I like the cut of your jib, MIF.
It’s 1025 hours, here in my neck of the woods.
I need to keep a daily account of my writing life. Your mission, MIF, should you choose to accept it, is to:
- Keep my spirits up when my courage fails
- Remind me why I started the novel
- Be my Confessor
- Tap me on the shoulder when procrastination comes a-knocking
- Listen to my rantings
- Accept without demur when I add things to this list, and most of all
- HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE
I promise to be back here with today’s accounts.
Thank you, MIF, for being here. Heart, heart, kiss, kiss, hug, h… Okay, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Just checkin’. See ya.