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I am having an insanely busy day.

I’ve gotten 1500 words written and really should do another 1000, because that’ll get me somewhere like the end of this chapter, and it’s clear that the end of this chapter is going to be the actual beginning of the book. It’s full of backstory and stuff now and it’s dull, although I don’t mind writing it because 1. I’ll be able to work it in later, and 2. it got me started writing, which is all that really matters.

I have done 4 loads of laundry. I have chopped ice out of the driveway. I have walked another 2.5 miles (it’s beautiful out). I have cleaned most of the bathroom and am going to appeal to Ted to clean the tub. I have.. I have… well, christ, it feels like I’ve done a lot more, even if I haven’t. I talked to Angie for 45 minutes or something, which was awesome. I am reminded I ought to call Starling.

I need to get my bio for HQ and the title suggestions together and send them tonight.

I feel like a headless chicken. Insanely overwhelmed, in this fascinated big-eyed augh way. I would not be in the least overwhelmed if I didn’t have all this stuff to do for my WRITING CAREER. The little tiny mind, she boggles! But I am not going on any sort of room-cleaning frenzy tomorrow. I think that and the bread-making and laundry are part of why I’m feeling overwhelmed. Not that any of those tasks are particularly hard, but they did add a lot of sheer numbers of things to do to what I did today.

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miles to Rauros Falls: 46
current music: Young Dubliners, Real World