Good morning. Gosh it’s ungodly early considering I went to bed at about 2 AM. I had to. Why? I was on a writing role. 7000 words in one day—well actually 6968, but I think that’s close enough to 7K to call it 7K. I would have done that 32 words, but there was no more to say. The book was done. Yep. Over. Fini. Complete. Happily ever after.
I never did start the air condition—though it got HOT yesterday—or move the furniture. Just typed until the fingers could type no more. About 1 AM my pinkie finger was numb, as were the finger pads of the middle three fingers on each hand. Heh, not gonna let a little numbness stop me.
So today, I’ll move on with the other book I’ve been writing. Hopefully I can call that one over by next week. It’s unlikely 7K will happen in it today. Too much running and it’s my oldest son’s birthday. There will be cake baking and presenting today and perhaps grilling if we don’t end up with a storm, but that storm looks really promising right now.
Hmm…must avoid lightning. Good plan for the day.