Friday 5

1.  I heard the sound of my gate opening a minute ago.  I'm at my desk, frozen in fear and agitation.  I hate it when strangers stop by in the middle of the day (or ever).  They always want me to buy something.  (Okay, I peeked out the window and no one is there.  So, that's good news.)

2.  I'm writing something.  A novel!  Without an outline!  I thought this method might temporarily save me from my perfectionism.  We shall see.

3.  My eye has been itchy for the past few days.  Ever since I sta...