Yesterday was a quiet day full of words – just not ones I created. I read nearly all day that I wasn’t doing laundry, and it was fabulous. I read (and finished) a Mary Jo Putney historical romance. She’s not the funniest author, but she does frequently make me cry, and this time I swore, cried, and laughed a bit, and those are things that I consider a success in a romance novel.
So it was good.
I wrote a token 46 words to keep my streak up, with 195 words total for the day. Because the reading was good, I’m still considering yesterday a success.
Today should be as well, with a movie or two and the acquisition of three bookcases for work or home. I’m not certain which.