Begets begets begets

I like knowing what I have to do the following day. Kudos if I actually put in Notes on my iphone. A lot of times I'll leave my OneNote and manuscript up that shows exactly my next step. I should be killing it on the daily.

Yesterday damn near killed me.

I started out only needing to edit A&H. Doing 100 pages or so at a time and then recombing a couple more times. It's nearly 400 pages.

But I realize I needed to research the tiniest bit on one part. Give myself some more credibility. Then I needed to grab from a later book in the series to make sure I described a character fluently throughout.

Please explain why I have fourteen tabs open in G and am glaring at OneNote like it did me dirty. Then, take into account I actually had 4 fucking manuscripts open at the same time. 

And my short forgetful self often puts tabs on the wrong stories. 

That's a hoot. 😒  

It was like some horrible magician pulling colorful fabric after colorful fabric out of their pocket. 

Stop! STOP!!!

Quit before I wanted, but it was heavy med day, and I was done. 

Told myself I would take it up again today.

🥳🎉

The fun, or some twisted version of it, never ends. 

I have updates! Woot!

Started my next novel, a women's fiction, and wrote 3500 words yesterday. It was...glorious! Collapsed in a heap afterwards, but we all know how much those words mean.

💃

More posts later as that unfolds, but I'm surprised and pleased that revelations came forward the more I added.

Discovered waxing again. 😬

I thought, as you aged, the hair on your body became finer. You know, less conspicuous. Plus, less shaving. 🤔

Seems like a got damn lie, let me tell you.

Arguably, the hair on my legs does seem softer. But, here we are, still needing to be rid of it.

The Honey bought me a wax kit a couple years ago, as I had it on my Wish List. I broke that bad boy back out the other day to try and reconnect with my inner waxer.

I'd been watching the Waxing Queen in my reels. This woman is the GOAT. She uses all these really cool waxes and has a no bitching policy. Waxing hairy arms, backs, legs, business areas, and faces. She is amazing and also gave me a little faith in myself to restart this hairless journey.

I had NO idea what in the hell I was doing.

Zero, folks. We all know how true this is in all my endeavors I take on...

Little back story...I am old.

I didn't have a wax warmer thing to hold wax and to attempt the dehairing, myself. I had those shitty Sally Hansen strips that pulled your face off when you went for a small hair patch. Then, I had the most indecent idea to pluck some hairs from my body. I started with my armpit. 😶

I plucked one fucking hair.

That son of a bitch was connected to my SPINE, people. Eyes welled up. Lost the use of my right leg. It was super bad. My armpit issued a cease and desist. I ceased and desisted. 

I have a regular razor, an electric razor, shitty wax strips, and this cool wax kit. 

Why do I even HAVE hair on my body right now??? 😖 Come on, now.

Back to it. 

I've a little bit of wax left over that I'm going to use today after my shower. Facial, of course. But I DID order some fancy new wax beads to try out after these are gone. (They come in tomorrow.) What are my target areas?

The 'stache and under the chin. 

Have you ever waxed your upper lip?

That shit will bring you to your knees. 

But I'm going for it because I AM NO QUITTER!

sigh

This might be super bad again...😑