Like a bull in a dish shop

2,944 fiction words, 3,045 total words

We’re charging ahead come hell or whatever other crap life throws our way. (My issues are not weather related, and with the recent flooding for those in the path of Harvey or Irma, “high water” seemed insensitive.)

I am doggedly back behind the keyboard after a rough start yesterday that dissipated sometime around four o’clock in the afternoon. Today will be busy if nothing else. There are a lot of errands to do and not a ton of time to get them done. Plus, I’d like to finish a project before heading out, and I’m not certain if it will be on the time schedule of the person I need to leave with.

We do what we can with what we have and we do our best.

2,944 fiction words, 3,045 total words

Yesterday, the words were good. I wrote a lot of them, all for one story, which makes it a bit longer than its predecessors, but still, within the range I wanted. I look forward to getting it up for sale this morning (fingers crossed) so that I can head out to work after my shower and not take writing time this morning so I can finish that previously mentioned task.

I’m tired. Also, haven’t heard from a couple of friends in a while so I feel it necessary to poke them through electronic means and make sure they’re OK. Such a week.