Butt of Iron.
THE DAY
And it was one of those days. After wrestling with this section all bloody week (except yesterday when I came close to murder and ended up drinking a martini instead), I decided that this was it; no more futzing around; FINISH this sucker. So I pretty much didn’t budge from the chair ALL day. I even skipped exercising in favor of muscling through this puppy.
I did it: about 4500 K. My butt is sore. I’ve got heartburn, too. I think it’s time for a walk–if it’s not so hot I want to put a bullet through my head; I could never ever live in Arizona (though I did manage Texas, twice)–and then, tomorrow, I get to do this all over again. New section, moving on.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)
Day 1: 1000 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000 LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500 Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000 Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600 Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300
Day 15-17: 4450
Day 18-19: 4500
Day 20-22: 5220
Blog Post: 400
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What I’m Watching:
Still on Dr. Who, season 6. I have to say, I saw a lot of it coming and then other stuff not. It’s still fun enough that I’ll watch. A friend says I need to go back to the beginning of the reboot before going further, and I’m like…whine, whine…but I like Matt Smith! But, oh-KAY.
Also got the husband hooked on The Americans. Fun for me to re-watch it from the beginning, too. I’d forgotten quite a bit.
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What I’m Reading:
Firestarter. Again. Never did manage to get much past a few chapters the first around. This time, I’m either more curious or less impatient; I don’t know. (OTOH, I really have decided to chuck End of Watch. I am just not interested.) Similarly, The Shining Girls, while interesting, just wasn’t . . . compelling. I don’t care about the characters at all, so it’s like . . . meh. Move on.
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What I’m Listening to:
Extreme Prey. It’s my present to myself. The husband says I cut Sandford way more slack than, say, King because I like Lucas Davenport. He’s right; I’m attached to the character, so I’ll forgive less than stellar writing. I just hope this isn’t the last Prey book.
