Of hope that I WILL get this book done - despite not being satisfied with the title - was how many words I wrote yesterday. But I'm lost, so I really need to revisit the outline. I brought it with me from home so I can work on it, and I will do that today.
I'll be in 296 this afternoon, but Carol Kennedy is here, so I'll probably be working while I'm up there. Bummer.
Taking better care of myself. The enormous hemeroid flareup is pretty much over. Next time I'll have to go to the doctor because I'm out of medicine. Dammit. The back is slowly recovering, but it needs to be good by Thursday because I might be playing third base. The knee is way better than it was but man is it sore. I'm a wreck. But last night I did almost ten minutes on the treadmill, and this morning I lifted, stretched a bit and did some pilates. Though very overweight (still not near my worst weight, thank goodness) I'm in pretty good condition if you don't count the owies and injuries.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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