The cold medicine is going to be the end of my novel, at this rate.
I didn’t go back to bed this time, but I couldn’t focus until around noon…by which time I had to get ready for a job interview some 70 miles away. After the interview, my mother and I had fast food, then drove 70 miles back…where she went to work and I went home with my father.
I didn’t arrive at home again until after four, when I took more cold medicine and my dad found plenty of chores to occupy my time.
Between the medicine and the time, little more was accomplished this day.
Daily goal: 1667 words
Total goal: 6667
Total written: 5346
Report Card: At this rate, you won’t finish on time.
Yes, Mr. Report Card, I get the picture. Maybe I can catch up over the weekend…provided someone (Mr. and Mrs. “We’ll Leave You Alone When You’re Writing”) will let me get working on it.
Wish me luck, and good health.