Junior Youth is mumbling about something quite excitedly. It’s a lot for so early in the morning. Something something choir that JY wasn’t excited about yesterday but was the day before but wasn’t the day before that.
It’s confusing. I’ll move on.
Yesterday was writing group which meant no writing at the event (I shouldn’t even try, but I keep holding out hope) but good times with people. It was good. When I got home I stabbed a bit at a short story that is a follow-up to a short story I wrote around April, then crashed.
314 fiction words, 568 total words
I beat up on myself for not getting enough time to write or read and stuff, but really, I’m doing pretty good for still being an otherwise responsible adult most of the time. I mean, I do laundry, shop for groceries, hang out with the kids, wake up at 5 a.m. (now that school’s started, anyway), write and publish, and more that I can’t remember now. Not shabby at all.
Today is going to be better than yesterday. I’m not going to be as grumpy, and I’m going to make popcorn.