After the Pitches: Day Seventeen

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I’ve got headache hangover (not sure if it’s the Vicodin or the headache itself that has hung me over).

Mum had a rough night last night, so I spent time with her – and I am worried about her today.

The Chihuahua is at my feet – forever wanting up into my arms to sleep. So, I opened the blind for her – and she’s resting piglet-like in the sunshine on the carpet.

I am drinking the nastiest cup of coffee known to humankind. Yes, I made it. After 32 years of drinking coffee, you’d think I could make a good cup.

And I have a bad case of Supernatural withdrawal.

So writing is a little rough today. But I am doing it.

And I have a little help. She’s parked right behind my chair.

Later that day…

Success. I increased my manuscript by 2570 words today.

Initial writing = 6 days from now

Whole thing = 30 days from now

Procrastination = 9

Grossed-out Factor = 1

Life = 5

Manuscript = 2