Okay, it’s 12:30 AM. Although I keep telling myself I’ll stay up all night if I have to, and although I did do that a few times recently, I don’t really want my wake and sleep times getting shifted. I get depressed if I’m waking up at 2 or 3 in the afternoon because I stayed up till 5 or 6 in the morning. Besides, I’m burned out. So, I’m calling it a night.
I did get work into both projects. Got another five pages into the short story. The short story is now 16 pages and 3,323 words. I’ve been good about getting five pages into a short story. Been pulling it off almost daily.
The novel. Again, I didn’t get what I aimed for, but I got in a few more pages. So, I’m on page 67 in the novel now and the total wordcount is 13,923.
My brain feels like mush. I’m just going to watch a movie, and then go to bed.
Yeah, I’m writing. Was derailed for a few days, but I got the train back on the track.
Want to post it again. It reminds me of what’s most important and what I need out of life before it’s too late.
Okay, let’s take a short break from all the political horseshit and look at how cool Red Hot Chili Peppers is. They got a deaf fan on stage with them. Isn’t that cool?
Turns out she’s not deaf, but is an interpreter. This is still pretty cool.