Ted and I went out to dinner at Simon & Seafort’s last night, in part because it was Dine for America day and they were giving 100% of proceeds to Katrina relief, and in part for celebratory stuff, which I’ll talk about later. What I will not talk about is what my diet has been like for the last week, and the consequent reading on the scale. :P I’m supposed to get to go clothes shopping with my PFD, but I’m not buying anything until the scale reads a definitive 155 again. Stupid food.
Best bit about writing sequels: if there’s stuff you cut from the last book, you might be able to use it in the next one. I have almost a whole chapter I can use that came out of THUNDERBIRD FALLS that fits much better into COYOTE DREAMS. Very, very smug. I hit 25K on the book this morning. More with the smug. :)
Also, this morning when the Vast Sleepies hit me, I stood in the kitchen and did some barre exercises, which are hardly enough to count as real exercise, but which did get the auld blood flowing enough to wake me up. Must remember that in the future. :)
Let’s see. Anything else? Not really. Got 3100 words in yesterday, which was good. Right now I need 3K, or about a chapter, a day. As I adjust to getting up at 5:30, I hope to push that up to 4K: 3K on one project, 1K on a second. But 3K will do.
See, I’m writing again, so my life and my posts become all about the wordcount. And now I’m off to increase that count…
ytd wordcount: 188,500
miles to Mount Doom: 173
We did the Dine Out for America thing last night too. Unfortunately, around here there were no good restaurants to go to, just chain places. So we went to Outback. And my stomach is consequently VERY gurgly today. Bother. But it was for a good cause.