a life for itself
Writer, et. al.
2169 words. 17244 words total. No poem. Not a bad night. I started much later than I’d thought, but that was after eating, watching the 3rd act of Rogue One and fiddling around with some Chromecast stuff. And I took a couple of cat naps on purpose. When I did wake up, since I knew what I wanted to write about, things flowed pretty easily. It took about one hour to complete 2169 words.
1712 words. 15975 words total. No poem. I’m going to be seriously playing catch-up over the weekend. It’s good, though. I just need to take time to sequester myself and get it done.
1210 words. 14263 words total. No poem. I started very late again. After midnight. I’m still considering it Day 8. Not that it matters. Only 50k after 30 days, counts.
1740 words in a little over 2 hours. 13053 words total. No poem. I started very late again. I’m anticipating starting earlier tomorrow. At least I hope so.
Another late night writing. It’s a long story and work wasn’t even the issue. But I took care of an issue that needed resolution. It took much longer than I’d hoped and that bit deeply into my writing time. I’m hoping I have more time tomorrow to get this work done.
Five things to wrap up last week:
