Ok, four of five stories are done for my upcoming Fiction Week. The fifth is about halfway done, ish. I will begin five days of fiction posting on Monday.
The astute amongst you may notice that I am writing this at 1:30 in the morning, my time. This is not a good sign. It’s particularly not a good sign the night before the Nickelback concert, which will keep me up too late tomorrow. I should be happily asleep while visions of rock stars dance through my head. Instead I’m awake with a headache and am feeling an emotional train wreck. Although several good things have happened today, I still feel that it has been an unmitigated disaster. I would like a do-over. Or not. A memory wipe would be better.
On what passes for the positive side, I got through a completely suckful day without sugar.
miles to Isengard 302.9
ytd wordcount: 329,000