So this morning I was hard at work writing.
When came the sudden urge for distraction.
Rather than fight the feeling, I did what I believe every committed author does.
I took out the garbage.
(But, wow, was I glad I did.)
In 1676, a Dutch cloth merchant and lens maker sent the Royal Society in London drawings of fantastical creatures he’d observed while peering into drops of water with his home-made microscope.
The Society promptly ridiculed and dismissed the amateur scientist.