Greetings, Fearless Readers. I am reporting to you from Day 2 of the 4 Day Weekend of Madness, also known as Spinster Thanksgiving. I wonder if I can trademark that? I did not go up North to see my family, as the family decided not to have Thanksgiving, and instead I'm spending it at home, writing my metaphorical ass off. My actual ass isn't going anywhere without a lot of aerobics. The reason for the non-family Thanksgiving is that my dad had to have some minor eye surgery and really would not have been able to do anything or go anywhere. The surgery went well. We had a long conversation on Thursday, so that was good.
Yesterday didn't go as well as it could have. I spent my first writing session of the two I had planned reading over my stuff instead of actually writing. This is a bad habit, and one I used to indulge in. A lot. Along with staring at an unfixed point and thinking. About stuff that has nothing to do with anything. So I only got half the words written during that two hours that I could have.
The second session I got my 3k, and this morning I got my 3k...so I've somewhat redeemed myself. Of course, I can never get back those unwritten words, can I? Something to think about.
Just another word before I go: listening to AC/DC might make you feel like Iron Man, but it does not actually make you Iron Man. It is also not a good background choice when writing a Victorian gothic romance. But sweet, milky tea is a fabulous resource when your musical choice is working against you. Words from the experienced, people. I give this stuff away for free.