A little poem about writing for a gray, cold December eveningI am resolved. I WILL make WIP progress today.Despite the cat's best efforts to drive me up a wall by howling at high volume any time I begin to concentrate.Despite body aches & toothache & headache.Even tho' it's night now & I spent the whole day playing with other things.Gonna write.Gonna.Write....After dinner.I promise.Hold me to it, people. Ask for evidence. Demand snippets. Whatever.Accountability is a real motivator.Okay. Well. Y'know, carry on.