(In which I avoid the act of writing now that the pressure's on)
Pushups. I'm obsessed with getting killer arms for summer.
Dance around to every record I own. Especially Michael Jackson's Thriller.
Stretch my legs on the kitchen counter a zillion times.
Write a paragraph.
Drink some water.
Play a video game with Liam.
Write another paragraph. Erase paragraph.
Read a great author and get depressed.
Take a shower.