We’ve reached day one hundred fifty-three. Hump day’s pregnant belly is becoming visible over the horizon, that day on which half of this glorious year commonly called twenty seventeen will be completed.
Completed. Done. In the rear-view mirror. Under the bridge. In the books. Finished.
Which will mean, writers, you will have half a year remaining to accomplish those tasks, goals, objectives, and plans you established for yourself somewhere back in the neighborhood of day one.
Think about what you’ve done.
Consider what you want to do for this year, and then put this year in the context of the other years of your life.
How does it look?
Michael Seidel, writer 
That’s sobering.
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My thought, too. It’s a speed year.
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