That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
*pauses to nibble on a hangnail, studiously ignoring the ugly, cloying truth of the matter*
One hundred and fifteen words is progress, darn it! Anytime you leave a manuscript fatter than how you found it, success can be rightfully claimed.
*nibbles on another hangnail, refusing to acknowledge failure in even its most flattering form*
Needless to say, I hope to do bulkier work on the editing of The Hushing Days today.
*accidentally rips a nail off from a finger, but keeps nibbling furiously anyway*
My air conditioning is out.
Repairmen are coming this afternoon between 2 and 6.
Housework to make the house acceptable to visitors will take most of the morning (seeing as I will be working in conditions approximating an over-achieving sauna).
My nerves will kick in between 5 and 10 minutes after I post this post. Therefore, I’ll be lugging flu-like conditions around in my sauna-like conditions. Therefore, the closest I’ll probably come to The Hushing Days today is my bemoaning its neglect in this blog.
So, that one hundred and fifteen words I managed yesterday was indeed a whole boatload of progress compared to what I won’t be doing today.
Like I said, progress is progress.
So, um, there.