The blessing and curse of some writers. Insurance is grand, as is a regular paycheck. Though if it is anything like these last few weeks, I’ve been swamped and coming home pretty well beat. So this week has been another week of barely surpassing the writing goals. Still rather proud of the fact that I’ve managed to hit the goals every day thus far. Does that make the inevitable fall that much harder?
Edit: Almost forgot. As of today, I’m at 26% of my goal for the year. So roughly ~20 days ahead of schedule.
What else? My sons birthday is this week. He turns six. He’s such a character. It’s great.
Currently reading The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams and A Darkness Forged in Fire by Chris Evans. Enjoying both books.
I think that’s all for now. Feel ready to crash.