So, it’s very wet in LA right now. Not very windy here, though, thank the stars. Joy absolutely REFUSED to go poop in the rain, so that’ll be a fun adventure tonight.
Mainly, though…I did what I needed to do writing-wise. 80 pages this week. A colossal achievement, it feels like to me. The story is moving along. We’re in the meat of it. Shit’s going down. It’s fun to write.
Now, sleep. Long day tomorrow. Long week ahead. Several more long weeks, in fact, to get this book out of me and into the world. Feels good. Night night.