And I’m still working.
THE DAY
Not much to report, although there was about an hour or so this morning when I thought, blah, don’t work; kick back, do something else. Then I thought, no, finish this one section and then you can knock off. I was just being avoidant.
So I worked, pretty much all day. Got up to stretch once in a while. At one point, I thought, crap, I got to stop but then remembered that my personal trainer’s out of town. So I considered the errands I wanted to run, decided they could wait a day, and just steamed ahead.
In the end, I got where I wanted and needed to be. My butt is killing me.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)
Day 1: 1000 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000 LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500 Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000 Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600 Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300 Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450 Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500 Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220
Blog Post: 320
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What I’m Watching: The Last Ship. Beginning to look up. I’ll stick with it, but I miss Rachel Scott. The chemistry between Chandler and this new chick just isn’t there (and I miss Tex).
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What I’m Reading:
Still inching through Firestarter. Don’t ask me why. It’s fitfully entertaining, but there will come a day when King won’t be writing any more and this will be it.
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What I’m Listening to:
Not a thing. Well, the news: the reports out of Turkey right now aren’t great. The whole Nice thing . . . I know people are calling it an “attack,” but let’s get real: unless something else comes to light, this was one angry guy lashing out with the best weapon he had available. It’s awful; it’s no better than any American shooter (and he took out a hell of a lot of people very quickly). But it’s not a terrorist attack. Not everything is terror. Sometimes people are just twisted and angry.
