Apostrophe

Oh Beer: why dost thou slurrup up my time, my moneys and my precious honour writing spoons...?

I'm late again. And today? Really don't wanna. Apparently one day is enough. Le sigh.

*packs lunch, laptop, etc, and trudges off*

(In a spirit of extreme caution, I have printed out yesterday's work and am carrying it with me just in case. There might be lightning in the cloud, or something. Belt, braces and hard copy too. I do seem to be taking this seriously, willing or not.)

Oh.

Uh, this book? Has just turned around twice in my head and taken another direction altogether. Again.

At least now I know why it's called House of Bells.

*blinks*

*writes more*

Daily report/pretty metric/how'm I doing in the book race?

Lordy, today was difficult. I didn't have anything much to do except work (or rather, I am using work as my blunt excuse for ducking everything else that I need to be doing; I expect to be doing this for the next six months), but it did kinda feel like digging sixteen tons today. Last night's beer prob'ly didn't help. Burranyway:

 

17783 / 80000 words. 22.2% done!

17783, minus yesterday's total of 15493, gives us a daily of 2290. Which is down, dammit, on yesterday. I shall sulk now. That will be edifying, as always.