I was going to say “quick note, not wordcount-related”, but that’s not true, as I’ve now blown past the halfway mark in the book, so yay me. The 2/3rds mark feels Very Far Away right now, which is sort of depressing. (It’s not *that* far away, about 13.5K, but that feels like a lot just now.) But on the positive side, I’m vacillating between “oh god, I don’t have enough book left for this story” and “oh god, I don’t have enough story left for this book”, which may not…
*thud*
4500 words today. I would dearly love it if I continued at this pace all week, but even if I don’t I’m very pleased with the last couple of days. And I made myself cry with a scene today, so I hope it has the same effect on other people. :) I have done pilates and gone for a short walk today. I think I might go for a longer one after dinner, because it’s beautiful out. ytd wordcount: 133,300 miles to Minas Tirith: 197.5
do/do not
Things I did not do today: Pilates. Things I did do today: walked 3.5ish miles and wrote FIFTY EIGHT HUNDRED WORDS. *flexes mightily* ytd wordcount: 128,800 miles to Minas Tirith: 196
weight loss & fitness chat room
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a day in dublin
Poor Ted had a migraine yesterday (and Friday; I hope it’s defeated today), so he didn’t go with me in to Dublin to see John & Leah et all. I had a lovely lunch with themselves and Pádraig and Deirdre (Pádraig hauled us all into the Dublin City Gallery to show us Francis Bacon’s reconstructed studio, which was a nightmare. I mean, not only could I not work in that, but stepping inside it made me actively uncomfortable. However, John, peering in the window at the utter disaster, said to…