I’m pushing. Really. 1,538 words, each one felt like it was drawn through the nose with a red-hot hook… Yeah, did you get the mummy-making reference? Whatever. This is turning into quite a slog. I thought I already wrote nearly this fast, but clearly not. And I’m not sure my ending is going to work. […]
Partly because I’m halfway through. Partly because the kids get out an hour early, and the teachers mostly go away, and therefore I am free (mostly) to get some of my piled-up crap dealt with. That free feeling of having somewhat cleared the decks carries over when I get to come home to enough leftovers
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Nope, Tuesdays retain their obnoxious power. Even when I think I’ve got it down–I’m wrong. Tonight was group night. I knew it, planned for it. Got some pork loin going in the crockpot, planned with Bly for the rest of dinner. So even when I came home and went to bed for an hour (loooong
Is it a good thing I’m getting to hate Mondays more than Tuesdays? Tuesdays have long been a bad day for me, but Mondays… Maybe it’s just the return after the long weekend. I think I’d rather remain the oddball who hates Tuesdays. Me and Arthur Dent, who never could get the hang of Tuesdays.
Okay, Friday was awesome, but I clearly can’t do that every day. 1412. A Sunday. Not real productive for a Sunday, sigh. Guess I should have gotten to laundry at some point. Breaking the 20K mark felt good, though. Next stop, 30K!
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I freely admit it. Mornings are not my best time of day. Never have been. There was a time if you wanted to see me in the a.m., you had better stay up past midnight. Or get up at five, and come visit before my bedtime of…dawn. That’s the only way to view sunrise, btw.
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And the wordcount for the day, before my fingers fall off? Drumroll, please… FOUR THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED, NINETY-NINE WORDS. And they are good.