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T-34 and counting
I did a great many things today, none of which--unfortunately--involved progress on this damned book.
However, I subbed six short stories (meaning that my entire current inventory of seven is back out in circulation), ran errands to the post office, the pharmacy, and the bank, and wrote my first post for Storytellers Unplugged, which will go up tomorrow.
(Yes, this is a terrible time to be taking on a new commitment. I have a history of doing stupid shit like this. (And, honestly, one blog post a month is not that bad.))
I am also contemplating the notion (i.e., I can't decide if it's a rationalization or the truth) that I occasionally need a day off. Or more than occasionally. The proof will be in the pudding: tomorrow's word count.
And the preponderance of parentheses in this post tell me that it is time to take myself off to bed.
Tra la la lally, the life of a writer.
However, I subbed six short stories (meaning that my entire current inventory of seven is back out in circulation), ran errands to the post office, the pharmacy, and the bank, and wrote my first post for Storytellers Unplugged, which will go up tomorrow.
(Yes, this is a terrible time to be taking on a new commitment. I have a history of doing stupid shit like this. (And, honestly, one blog post a month is not that bad.))
I am also contemplating the notion (i.e., I can't decide if it's a rationalization or the truth) that I occasionally need a day off. Or more than occasionally. The proof will be in the pudding: tomorrow's word count.
And the preponderance of parentheses in this post tell me that it is time to take myself off to bed.
Tra la la lally, the life of a writer.