Last night Mr DWH cups his hand to his ear and says he hears the corn growing. The tomato plants are up.
Miss DWH doesn't know what exactly is planted in her garden or what's going to come up or what exactly it is, even. She wants to "pigeon hole" it sometimes. The end product would be better if she could learn to live more comfortably with ambiguity, a bed sheet that conforms to her body.
Miss DWH shares her name with an organizational expert! This strikes her as wildly funny, for she tries to be organized, which is useful, but not at the cost of creativity. Sometimes it's good to be wild.
In which Miss Daily Writing Habit follows her attempts to write a novel.
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