Today, I was a professional.
It was up early, and some extra shenanigans throughout the day that could have really interrupted the workflow…but it didn’t. I got my shit done today. All of it.
Writing was great. I wrote what I needed to write and I moved on. It works. It’s not perfect, maybe, but it works and that’s all that freaking matters with this draft. All it needs now is a polish and a shine. Damn that felt good.
Work was great too. A few things outside of my control at the very end that threw things off. Or, well, not *off*, but delayed so that I’ll have to deal with them tomorrow…but I’m in good shape. I’m going to have time to get all my stuff done. Whew!
Did my workouts, too. Listened to music all day. Had a video chat with a potential editing client. Got to spend bits and pieces here and there with Panda. It was…
A damn good day.
Night.