Friday Fiction

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That's me, writing in the middle of the day on a family
camping trip this summer. I'm not sure it
was Friday, but on vacation, I feel like every day
is Friday, so I'm calling it one.
Also, the sippy cup is not mine, I swear...

I am fairly convinced that all writing work done on a Friday that is not under a specific deadline should be considered a double victory. The end of the week, with all its closing ceremonies and its proximity to the weekend, is a composing quagmire littered with the best of writing intentions. So, regardless of your word count, you should celebrate what you did get down today. 

So, whether you wrote 5 words or 500, I salute you. Job well done. 

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