Today is sort of a big-ish day. It’s Day 50 of my last challenge cycle in prep for NaNo. (I’ll write much more about this next week.) I’ve written 59, 310 words in the last 50 days (not all on the current project, as I floundered about for several days, working on short stories while I struggled to pick a big project to work on.)
And even though I’ve switched back to writing in Word, and I go through phases where I forget to save, I haven’t lost all that many words. Maybe a few hundred total.
Maybe I’ll get around to writing about why I’m not using Novlr. But I don’t want to sound bitter, so maybe I won’t. I don’t know.
What I do know is that inventory at the book store yesterday was killer. Everything hurts, and I just want to curl up and sleep, but the world won’t let me. Late caffeine plus early morning lawn care (when the grass isn’t even that long) plus a pot-smoking neighbour or six equals a sleepy, cranky writer. I may have taken it out on my character (but the scene started yesterday, so maybe not.) And we’re doing the inventory at another store on Wednesday. I am going to be a wreck.
Anyway, off to do other things.