It’s Friday evening and therefore the weekend. I don’t have any half-marathons to run this weekend, though I think it’s fair to say that I’m still feeling the effects of last Sunday’s endeavours on that score.
Still I am fairly optimistic that I’ll find some time to write over the next two days. I’m less confident that I’ll make up the deficit that I have accrued in terms of my progress towards the hallowed ground of 50,000 words, which at this point feels like a very high bar to try to hit by the end of the month.
Certainly today was never going to be the day that I made up any ground. Today I had to go to work, so only this evening was available to me for writing and then only after Little Proclaims and I had negotiated bathtime, which is oft a rollercoaster of emotions.
I did write 290 words though. And this meagre output means I’m currently sitting on a grand total of 8855 words.
James Proclaims! 