Welcome to A Bowl of Stew(art).
Food for thought mixed with the random served to you by a Stewart
You'd think it would be more of a habit as the month went on, but I seem to keep finding myself at the end of a busy day, realizing I have yet to do the prompt. Yesterday at twenty to eleven, on the highway home from Halifax it occurred to me I would not get home in time. So we pulled over, I scrounged for paper and pencil, and wrote by the light of a cellphone. It was not a good story, but I wrote it by midnight. And instead of learning from that, I remembered again tonight at 11.
I have also been remembering late and have been using the "day" ends when I go to bed a few times. So far I'm 16 of 25
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