...I loathe you. You're always lurking in the back of my mind "Whadd're you gonna post? Whadd're you gonna post?" You're like a dog, shadowing me everywhere I go, pink tongue flapping, mind focused on one thing. Whadd're you gonna post? Whadd're gonna post?
If I don't write, you're there, nagging.
If I do, you're there, nagging me to keep track of how much.
If I edit, you're there, nagging me to take notes of how well I've done.
No matter what, YOU'RE THERE. Nagging. It's like I'm married and can't get away for even one second to go to the bathroom by myself!
You know what, WIP Wednesday? I liked you better when you were Whatever Wednesday. I even did a WIPpet last week just to get you to back off. Have you?
Whadd're you gonna post? Whadd're gonna post?
Well, guess what, WIP Wednesday?
You're not winning this round.
Round One: ElanaJ
I'm not telling you what I did / didn't / should / shouldn't / could / couldn't do this week.
Take that, WIP Wednesday.