Tax Day

Goals of Three

Let Them Be

1. X

2.Y

3.Z

I remember today as being tax day. Not taxing day.

The number of words in the novel don't seem to be matching the anticipated count. Instead, there is a feeling of lagging and limping, in line for the bear behind me, falling off the up escalator, marginalization. Much like the feelings when dealing with a taxing day. Better to have the feelings of a celebratory day, the trumpets blaring fanfares, donning laurel wreaths and waving stanchions. Shut up, XYZ, and write the novel.