Yesterday was spent writing in the morning (barely), writing in the evening (sort of), mulling over romance novel ideas (thoroughly), and reading. And work, of course. I did go to work.
The book I’m reading is because I just read a how-to book before it, and the examples they gave were for the book I’m reading now. It’s good, I like it, although I might not otherwise have picked it up.
So the writing took second place, even though it got two chances to get done. To say I am distracted would be fair.
743 fiction words, 888 total words
Today the plans are writing before work, and then a bit after as well, but in the middle bits to read at a couple points as well as to plan some more. I haven’t written romance in decades, it’s safe to say, and I’ve had the title I’m going to use floating in my brain for at least five years. So that’s all a bit exciting and distracting.
Speaking of distracting, I’m going to watch more Call the Midwife until the family leaves. Because season six isn’t going to watch itself.