Copeland Knew Things

I feel I ought to do something special to kick off this second year of daily writing: concoct a new writing theme, set a professional goal, or even vow to write every day.  And then suddenly I don’t.

Copeland knew things.

Yep.  That’s all I wrote yesterday.  The brevity of it highlights how good I’ve become over the past year’s worth of days of writing.  How I can compact so much stuff into such a small space.  Tell me you didn’t laugh when you realized the twist ending.

Day 366