I guess these are really Bookkeeping entries, aren't they?

Yesterday:
1.) 1,627 words
2.) Nope.
3.) Yup.
4.) Nope.

Plus another turnip came back and I got it ready to lob out again.

Yes, it's true, writers are the most boring people on the planet in our day-to-day lives. I pine for the days when I had things going on in my head to post about that weren't just word-counts and quotidian minutiae, but my brain seems to be lying fallow this season. I'm just grateful it's giving me words.

The words are what matter. The rest of my mental interior is negotiable--sometimes startlingly so.

(And if I turn around, I can see my degree in its frame propped against the books on folklore and psychoanalysis in the bookcase. Reminder to self: brain has earned some downtime, tiger.)

Today:
1.) 1,000 words.
2.) Desk.
3.) Email.

bookkeeping

Words today: 2,728

And I'm stopping because that's a complete draft of "The Mare's Nest," clocking in at 20,000 words.

Yes, I'm a little jazzed.