It’s always a disappointment when I wake in the morning and it feels like a Friday, but it’s actually Thursday. Or worse, Wednesday. I suppose I will be grateful it’s not one of those weeks.
I finished season six of Call the Midwife, which means in about a week it will be time to rewatch it, and maybe season five, too. Since I have a long time to wait for the next season and all.
I didn’t write a ton yesterday.
1,031 fiction words, 1,222 total words
But what I did write felt more solid than it has in a long time. I slowed down, and I hate to admit that there’s probably a correlation there, but there probably is and I probably should. Even though I’ve been working on this short for what feels like forever, it’s only been eight days. That’s still six days longer than it should have taken, and I’m eager to have it done so I can publish it and move on.
Maybe I’ll get Rath’s book finished. It’s wandering all over the damn place and probably needs a ridiculous amount of polishing, but there’s energy to gain from “The End”, so it would be nice to tackle it.