Actually, at the end of the day (which it very nearly literally is), I *did* make a lovely dinner, did a fair bit of triage on the office, which has only half as many boxes in it as it did this morning, got some more laundry done than what Ted started, got the kitchen sort of clean, *and* I got 1300 words written.
Oh, God, and I just popped my back and it popped in exactly the same place it did this morning when it went out, and I think it’s a little better now. *moves around very very carefully*
I have decided that I’m aiming for 1000 words every day. I don’t have to stop at 1000, and will probably often write more than that, but I’m going back to my old daily quota scheme. In order to turn this book in on time I need huge vast amounts more than 1000 words a day, but at this point I think focusing on that is just going to make me very, very stressy and that will *not* help get the book done. So I’m going to set a quota of 1000 words a day, and the book will be done when it’s done, and that’s going to be the best I can do.
So mote it be. :)
ytd wordcount: 1300