I wish I could look back on Sunday and claim accomplishment. I wish I could state that I rewrote the story that's been giving me such problems in the revision stage. Or that I had started my detailed outline for my novel. Or that I had even seriously read books (although I certainly was reading for much of the day), or that I had disinfected my shower because that also was on my mental list of things to do. But no. As I look back on my Sunday, I did very little.
( Mild movie spoiler below, but not really plot oriented, so you're probably safe reading on, and it's an old movie. )
( Mild movie spoiler below, but not really plot oriented, so you're probably safe reading on, and it's an old movie. )