Yesterday I wrote 1700 words, only 1200 of which will end up in the novel unless I tweak them hard.
Keith came over and blitzed through GoT after taking me for a walk (we went to the Twist and got beer, which Keith kindly carried home, which is good, because I am very sore), and I made bread rolls, which was pretty much all I had to do to get Keith to come over. (I think in some ways Keith considers my cooking to be pretty good.) The rolls are incredibly dense and chewy. I will have to do that again, this time when Jeff’s here and before they vanish.
1.2 hours.
Margot and Buster are irritated that Jeff’s door is closed. Margot mewed as loudly as she could to wake me up this morning, which is not very loud but reasonably effective when she’s jamming her face under my door (the gap is very big.) Margot’s in the living room right now and Buster is on the top bunk sleeping in my suitcase.
Back to writing. Pharos and George are working their way through a long to-do list. mOm is enjoying it and so I wonder what I’ll dream up today.
