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My fridge stinks but I’ve decided to ignore it. I’m writing and focused. Or maybe I’m taking a nap. Either way, the fridge will be ignored until I can get to it. You see, even though I’ve had plenty of time to write I find household chores sucking the grains of sand away. They have been slippery little beasts and next thing I know it’s end of day and I haven’t gotten around to writing. No revising, no editing, no throwing words around like a kindergartner finger-painting. Enough is enough. So even though I smell a sour sickening stench every time I open the fridge I pretend it’s not there and move back to my writing position to continue with my merry book making. There will be time enough tomorrow to fridge clean. Right now? Right now is my time.