This last week was hectic as hell, and I'm trying to recover. A few doc appts and a lab. The absolute horror. Needles and I are not friends. Ironically, I'm going to have to have surgery on my pilar cysts. You know. Local under the scalp. Excise. Suture.
(I'm so fucking stressed about this...)
Proof.
Ah, yes.
Evidence establishing a truth.
Some labs already came back. And the numbers? Show I'm inflamed as all hell. Which, you know, I could've told everyone without the blood draw. But the numbers prove what you cannot see by simply looking at me.
I'm rickety, kids.
I want to tuck the results in my purse and haul them around with me.
But I shan't.
In other news, working on PT today. 40,000 words. Hope to finish with around 65,000. Then, of course, lead a trail of bread crumbs to the next book in the series.
It's funny, I didn't purposefully start out with this book idea as the first of the series, but it's inevitable with the subject matter and characters.
And, as much as I enjoy stand-alone books to write, I find myself gravitating towards series.
That's me. Hoping for immersion today and 5000 to 6000 words.
Renee Nicole Good.
Say her name.
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