“But how shall I procrastinate today?” she asked herself, “especially since I’m so close to finishing the novel?” Then she realized the Ironman Triathlon was soon to appear on the television. She rubbed her hands together and wished she had a cat to stroke, chuckling in her best throaty, evilly fashion. “Eeeeeeexcellent!”
Then her husband, abroad in London, sent an email: Write, damn you! This is my motivational message. 🙂
Ah. The power of love.