What I want to do as a writer, and what I need to do as a writer, they’re two different things. I managed 72 pints of good food from the garden. My juicer doesn’t seem to have lasted a third season. I need lots of poster board, and found all my paints. It’s Monday morning, and I need my second cup of coffee. What progress will I have to report next week? I don’t know. I have to stop blogging and start working. See you next week.