I was a writing machine yesterday!
I haven’t matched that much quantity with quality for ages. (Ok, it was March 24, but in an author’s world eons could pass in that little patch of time.)
Today, I’m paying for it. Right shoulder, left hip, and middle back are all screaming for a masseuse (FYI: there are no masseuses in this girl’s world.)
So, scream on, my young body parts! There’s more writing to be done.
Foolish bottom line: Ride the streak until one of you break. You never know when another one is coming your way.