When it comes to food, which is impossible to quit altogether, things really get dicey when there really is an alleged good reason for indiscriminate, mindless over-eating to self-soothe. Writing a book is one of those bogus good reasons. I'm now two-thirds and five pounds into this latest effort.
I am such a liar.
Truth be told, I'm only slightly over one-third done with this manuscript and more like eight pounds heavier. Plus, I've restored caffeinated coffee to my writing regimen. At this rate, I'll be ready for detox and a new wardrobe by January.
You can help by keeping me in prayer . . . and sending dark chocolate.
