I’m glad I was able to show up a little bit yesterday morning because by the evening I was miserable.
28 fiction words, 312 total. 28 fiction words are about one
sentence paragraph (see below).
Still not feeling up to par. Hoping the extra rest I’ll be able to get tomorrow morning will fix me.
Doug looked at Payback. “Listen to Sarah,” he told his pet. “I think you should get to eat them too, but we’re guests. We don’t eat our hosts.”
Heck, I’ll rest later.
I would like to take this moment to remind myself that of all the weeks I should not feel bad about my word count, this should be that week. I’ve been working multiples of times harder than usual for my office job, and the words I’ve gotten in are damn miracles all on their own. I get home spent, and now I’ve worked myself into some kind of sore-throat, coughing illness. (I’m sure sweating and then standing in the cold hasn’t helped. Somebody warned me about that, once.)
Yesterday I wrote 37 words, with a total of 355 if you include blog words and not just fiction words. I will probably get about the same amount in today, as I need to be at the office in two hours or so, and an hour and a half of that are already claimed for travel, errands, and hygiene.
Yesterday I also was at the office for 5 hours taking photos, forgetting to put them on Craigslist (shit), tearing down computers, opening printers I couldn’t get closed, and trying not to trip over wires. Today may be more of the same, hopefully without the need for Craigslist.
Wish me luck.