Oh. Damn it.

Writing.  ALL DAY.  🥳

I've made notes of scenes I need to add.  I've no other priorities today.  All about the writing which is utter bliss.  I open Canary 2:  DD.  Reading.  Editing.  Adding things in.  Look at my newer additions.  Reading.  Scroll.  😶

What?  I didn't write anymore?  😂  Oh my goodness!  That's the worst.  Seriously.  Nothing so annoying as in the flow of the story, reading your own words, nodding along, and suddenly you realize you haven't written more words.  

Cracking myself up.  I shall be hoping for around 4000-5000 words today.  Considering my start time, I believe I should be able to hit my goal.  It's one of those times you wish you could simply transfer items in your Mind Cabin to the page.  But tapping it out gives me time to work things out, and I enjoy doing that.  It's a nice balance.

Still laughing at myself.

Have a lovely Sunday!

Always writing*

Feral women and first birthdays

 Had the absolute pleasure of celebrating my youngest grandbaby's first birthday.  Nisi will rule the world someday with her sister and cousins, I'm sure of it.  Her brother will look out after them.

Went to lunch Saturday with two women I hadn't seen in far too long.  We graduated together and haven't seen much of each other since.

We had the best damn time.  And yes, we are feral women.  We are powerful, outspoken, and intelligent.  We work hard, pay our bills, and know our worth.  We make no apologies for being ourselves.  Going to try and meet up once or twice a month now.  

Wrote over 5,000 words on Canary 2: DD yesterday.  I was in the flow and feeling fine.  Right around 20,000 words now.  Loving this story.  Mercenary Girl isn't loving life, but I'm here for her. 💕

It's been a wonderful past few days.  Hoping to continue the trend.  Have a lovely week!

Always writing*

Canary 2: DD

Queries for Canary-sent.  Working on Canary 2: DD.  Started September 1st.  Currently at 12,751 words.  Skipping about, but that's fine.  We go with whatever works.  Mercenary Girl is not doing well.  Her arc is concave and not convex.  

I would like some encouragement.  Feel like I'm paddling uphill with weights around my arms most days.  Me=busting my ass.  Party of one.  Is that whiny?  I don't think so.  People are continually told to suck it up.  No complaining.  Deal with it.  That's incredibly unhealthy.  So I'm throwing it out into the universe:  I need some encouragement!!!  🥳

Outside day tomorrow.  Working on the lawn and whatnot.  I'll get out early since Oklahoma is still hot as hell and trying to set record temps.  😒  The audacity.

Guess I'll get back to my smoothie and writing.

Have a Monday.  😐 That's all I got.

Always writing*

And some days, we struggle.

It's been an off-week.  Doc appt eight yesterday morning.  Fasting lab.  Then drove to have lunch with a friend who is having a serious operation next Tuesday.  It was a three-hour lunch.  She needed to be able to talk, and I was more than happy to listen.  The Honey has been teleworking since her knees are being even worse than usual.  Replacements are scheduled.  The waiting is pure hell.

I'm out-of-sorts.  I don't do well with that.  Bad headaches the past three days.  That's the stress letting me know it's present and accounted for.  

I know some of it is my all or nothing mentality.  I spent Monday-Wednesday querying.  Literally 9-5.  Exhausting but obviously worth it.  I've been working on Canary 2 in bits and pieces as this week has not been temporaly kind.

Tomorrow is:  grocery shopping, laundry, dishes, trash, cleaning.  😑

Maybe I'll get my groove back Sunday.

Maybe.

Always writing*

...even in fits and starts