Feels like Friday

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.

3 Replies to “Feels like Friday”

  1. I woke briefly at 4 this morning, convinced that it was Friday. Was so pleased when I realized no, I had a full nother day to be productive. Ha!

    Anyway, more than a thousand words is good!

    1. I wouldn’t mind another day to be productive if I could be more productive for me and less productive for someone else. The insurance is nice, though, so I shall try not to wish it gone too soon.

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