After a weekend of ingesting so much aspartame that I can feel my insides glowing (such is the case for a non-drinker during a holiday), my half-awake self Tweeted the following at ridiculous a.m.:
@meredithturits: July goal: Because productivity > cancer, for every diet soda I drink, I owe 200 words of prose. (Related: Newest novel may be done by Aug.)
I’m not sure if this is the most genius proclamation or whether I should henceforth program a pre-nine a.m. Twitter lock, but judging by how often I turn to my bestie Coke Zero, I may find myself in a tangle of words this month. We shall see. Let me know if you’re joining in or doing something equally as odd to jumpstart your own pen/lower your risk of toxic innards.
M
