You might have gathered yesterday that I was not in the happiest of moods as I finished up my day, and that I didn’t write especially early. Well today was that again, but with less company and more seething stress by myself, and less adherance to the diet, so all in all a write off. But it did have one bright spot: I figured out the perfect turning point/midpoint for TBS, and I’m set up to write it tomorrow, meaning I only overshot by 7,000 words. Yay. Yeah there’s no way to polish today, it sucked, and I am going to need to declare next weekend off limits if I’m to avoid just menally crashing at this point. You know if I’m admitting it to my imaginary readers here that I’m serious.
One day I’ll get my act together.