Day 4,715: Ding Dong

Day 4,715: Ding Dong

The book is done. I’ve written that now for the eighth time. I’ve finished eight novels. Or, at least, the first draft of the eighth has been written. It will be done done in a few weeks. And my second finished book this year, which is a first. That’s pretty wild, on...
Day 4,714: Five Hundred

Day 4,714: Five Hundred

The book will be done tomorrow. That would be on time according to my cowriter, which he swung by graciously pushing our release date, but a month late according to my own schedule. Getting it done any earlier than that, honestly, was going to be impossible. I don’t...
Day 4,713: Liminal

Day 4,713: Liminal

Two days away from finishing I think. I had the strange feeling today of that momentum carrying me across the finish line, and thinking back on all the times leading up to this where I worried I wouldn’t get here. Not a rational worry—I knew I would. Or…I knew I...
Day 4,712: Rationale

Day 4,712: Rationale

Another day of a decent amount of writing, but nothing gangbusters. Going to bed early tonight tho so I catch my Zs and tomorrow is a badass day. IM SO CLOSE. Night night.
Day 4,711: Colored Blue

Day 4,711: Colored Blue

Hit a wall today. A small one. Like…a garden wall, the kind that only go waist high. I still wrote 12 pages on the day, so only three short, but I got zonked. In bed early enough to read about pirates, though, which is what I’m off to do. Good night.
Day 4,710: B-Sides

Day 4,710: B-Sides

Coops had a cyst burst open on his back. Poor bubs. It happens all the time, apparently, with older pups, which he is one now. He’s had a few of these, in fact. They’re not pimples. It’s not a result of anything infected. But they can kinda pop open like pimples. When...