Busy, busy weekend.
I did not manage to get my word goal on Saturday, but I made up for it by writing over 4,000 words on Sunday.
I am exhausted.
I feel like I'm not doing anything else, just writing and sleeping. Which isn't quite true; on Saturday I spent some time with friends watching movies and we had dinner.
On the plus side, the number goals are sliding down every single day. Tomorrow's word goal is only 2,872.
(Only, she says!)
Which is good because I have a ton on my docket for tomorrow.
I have to go vote, I need to make a grocery list, get the shopping done, stop at the Post Office (for those of you waiting for your rafflecoptor prizes, I'm sorry. We only have the one car and I usually only have the car for one day a week, and on that day, some idiot decided to try to rob our local post office. And when he didn't succeed, he claimed the box he brought in contained a bomb. So our post office was closed all day, and most of the surrounding roads were blocked off as the police chased the guy down and then brought in the bomb squad.) That totally happened, even if it sounds like the worst's most ridiculous excuse. We have a social engagement with the husband's friend for lunch. And of course, with the local elections being housed at our high school, the daughter has the day off. And she's got a project to assemble that's due on Thursday.
So... if I get anything done at all tomorrow, I'll be happy.
(No, no I won't.)
Anyway, I'm more than 12,000 words into the novel already, so it's moving along well, and I'm pretty happy with it, so far.