You know it's time to stop working on your short story, when your cat plops on your chest, making it hard to breathe, and your little girl is having you answer toy phone calls from persistent callers, making it hard to write. (You were going to write about a near-drowning incident that mirrors another moment in the protagonist's life.) Keep rolling with the punches. The story will be there tomorrow. #barrioblues
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