Well, just when things get rolling, other stuff happens to derail the plan. In my case, we had power problems last night. We were completely out for a while, and then it was intermittent. Needless to say, during those intermittent up times, I didn't want to power up the computer. The last thing I need is some electric thing trashing out my 'pooter. When we finally got the all clear, I was already in bed. Dang it.
Sometimes writing every day doesn't work out like I want to. Sure, I could've gone to hardcopy, but I didn't. Sitting in the half-light provided through the windows in this house, trying to write longhand, isn't my idea of a good time. Excuses, excuses, excuses... I know. The guilt is already smacking me upside the head.
It did give me some extra time to crochet, though. My blanket is almost finished. I didn't realize how huge it was going to end up until I started sewing all the pieces together. Egads. My husband could fit under it comfortably, even if he stretched out. Still, it's been fun and a good way to sort through plot issues without being at the computer. (So, I guess in a way, I was working on writing, even though it wasn't measurable.)
Barring any unforseen difficulties, look for the progress meter to move tonight. I have a crucial scene to write, and some dastardly deeds to commit. Bwa ha ha.
It's Not Only About Time
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