Once upon a time there was a girl who was so ridiculously busy that she didn't have time to clean her house or help her desperate sister or go grocery shopping, let alone sit down and write her beloved novel. The girl suffered from fatigue, headaches, and the overwhelming discomfort that one gets when their head collides repeatedly with a wall made of brick. The girl dreamed of sandy beaches, turquoise water, and mango-scented breezes, but alas, she was stuck in a desolate inferno covered in tumbleweeds, driving to and fro, to and fro, not even the compensation of frequent flier miles for her travels. The girl dreamed of a day that life would slow down, when she would be able to once again pursue her aspirations of becoming a world-renown novelist, take her kids swimming, and--gasp--take a nap! In the meantime, she hoped her blog followers would not be too disappointed if Tuesdays remained teaser-free for a while, and wouldn't try to poison her with soap in her sleep. The end.
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