I’m sure you’ve heard the cliché about klutzy people being unable to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time. I hope I’m not that klutzy because tomorrow I try out my new treadmill desk—treadmill compliments of our daughter—desk compliments of my handy husband.

Sitting for hours in front of my desk is killing me. I’ve been using my jogging trampoline, but I can’t really write for any length of time while jogging on the trampoline.

Tomorrow I start working on Haunting Danielle, Book 3—and I’ll be doing it from the treadmill desk. Wish me luck. Hopefully I won’t fall on my butt.

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