When the kids are out of school my morning routine is smashed to tiny little bitty bits. Last summer this completely derailed my writing, but this summer I’m not going to let it.
I don’t know how, but I’m not going to let it.
Yesterday, shortly before bed, I wrote 377 fiction words. That brought me to 574 total words, which means, once again, I got more fiction than blog words, and that is a success.
I also went out to lunch with family and ate entirely too much at the buffet, which left me feeling generally icky all over. So when it was time to go to my writing group, I was ready for a nap.I bailed on my friends for sleep.
I bailed on my friends for sleep.
The sleep was good, and it left me feeling better. But then I ended up staying up late and cramming words into that space just before bed.
Well, anyway. Today
will be was better. (I forgot when I was there for a second.)