Three pages this morning, interrupted only by the need to go and pick up my vegetables (oh, and a couple of library books, and a couple of bottles of wine, and... But it was the veggies that took me out).
Not sure how much further I'll get today: not seven pages, that's for sure. (Oh, and I only made six and a half yesterday, and we don't count halves...) I have excuses - hospital appointment today at 5pm on the other side of town, followed by a book launch at the Lit & Phil if I get there - but excuses don't put words on paper, damn it.
Nor food on plates. Pan-fried potstickers for lunch, perhaps with cabbage & carrots in oyster sauce? So that I can feel healthful as I head for hospital?
Not sure how much further I'll get today: not seven pages, that's for sure. (Oh, and I only made six and a half yesterday, and we don't count halves...) I have excuses - hospital appointment today at 5pm on the other side of town, followed by a book launch at the Lit & Phil if I get there - but excuses don't put words on paper, damn it.
Nor food on plates. Pan-fried potstickers for lunch, perhaps with cabbage & carrots in oyster sauce? So that I can feel healthful as I head for hospital?