According to Junior Youth, the cat that doesn’t want to be cuddled and pet any longer is a butt. Makes sense. (To a point. Kitty needs a break.) Anyway, I asked for a title, and a title she delivered.
So yesterday was better than Sunday in terms of mood. I got more written, I felt more productive.
This morning, not so much.
Anyway, on to the numbers.
2,038 fiction words, 2,473 total words
I need to add a tab or field in my spreadsheet somewhere that tells me my highest word count day because if I’d realized I was so close, I would have pushed for a few more words. I did that a couple times previously when I realized I was close to 1,667, then 2,000. Another fifty words would have been easy.
DH did the dishes, I made beans (kind of), and quinoa (definitely), and I made supper for one kid and DH helped the other. So yeah, it was good.
Today probably won’t be as prolific, but hopefully will still be fun.