I’m up 2300 more words today, one of my biggest writing days ever. My elbow hurts from holding the pen, and I never made it to Staples for ink cartridges. I feel like the time I drove through the desert on empty and had to coast downhill. Really, I’m good through tomorrow morning. I hope.
My in-laws are coming tomorrow. My goal is to catch up before they arrive. I think I can do that, but I know I’ll be behind again before the weekend is over.
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