I forgot about my decision, a week or two ago, to write one hour a day except on Tuesdays. Today I remembered and realized I'd pretty much been keeping to that schedule anyway. Until today. Today is Thursday. I'm off work and have no get-up-and-go. I don't even want to be sitting up. I just want to loll around on the bed and stare at the TV, even though nothing's on that's worth watching.
So I need to whip up my enthusiasm and write. I'm still working steadily on Adventures in Zoology, and Terry has just discovered that someone she thought was on her side may be a traitor! End Act I, cue Act II, which will contain lots of swordfights and derring-do. If I can stop yawning and get some words down on paper. Or screen, whatever.
I hope the finger is healing nicely. Sword fights are good. Traitors are better.
Eventually, the traitor will have to get in a sword fight. :)
I've been trying to garden with a bandaid on my finger. I have the grubbiest bandaid in the world now. Time to change it, I guess.
I'm sorry...I was about to leave a proper note, but Bob Ross is cuddling baby squirrels on TV. Holy crap it's adorable...
I used to watch that show religiously. Happy little trees...his voice puts me in a trance.
I don't even want to be sitting up. Ha! I feel like that today. :D
I feel like that a lot of days, actually. :)
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