Pinto de Mayo Countdown

Time to remember where I was with this fic and make some progress…

Mood:

Why aren’t I writing?

Have time to write? CHECK

Have writing project? CHECK (three actually)

Have coffee? CHECK

Have written anything in the last hour while fucking around on Tumblr? uh, no

and the winner is:

“He similed into the kiss.”

…comparing it no doubt to a summer’s day or some such nonsense.