I placed an order through DoorDash tonight. I guess there was a problem. The Dasher tried to call me a couple times, but I don’t take phone calls. I have instructions with every order that say “Deaf, please text.” When I didn’t answer the phone after the second call, they canceled the order.
Some people don’t know what the word “deaf” means.
Anyway, I pulled an all-nighter and hammered down 10 pages of fiction, 5 pages-1,174 words to the novel and 5 pages-747 words to the story. I really need to have more days of high production like this. Been havng too many days of low production.
Okay, it’s 6:15 in the morning. Good night. See you tomorrow.
Low production today. Only 171 words into the novel, nothing into the story. Pistons won, 106-103. Gonna make popcorn and finish an episode of Six Feet Under.
1) Next time Christians in my life make a fuss about me drinking, I’m going to remind them of the wedding guests who drunk all the wine, and Jesus turned water into wine so the guests could continue drinking.
2) I’ve been watching Six Feet Under again. The scene where the baby dies in the crib has always been hard for me to sit through. All through the rest of that episode, my heart aches and I get teary-eyed. Rico, a young father, is very convincing in showing how hard it is for a funeral home employee to work with an infant death.
3) The Red Wings did not win today.
4) I wrote 433 words into the novel and 381 words in the story. I wanted to keep going, but I’m really burned out.
I’ve been hearing that ammo is in low supply again. I have ammo for all of my guns, but I don’t want to use it up and not be able to resupply.
I remembered this air-soft pistol that I bought about 25 years ago. I never used it. It’s been in a desk drawer forever. Maybe it’ll be good for target shooting.
I had a lot of unproductive days in the last week or so. I finished another short story today, 6,530 words and 30 pages. I already started the next story.