I did it!
TD: 1344 words
Daily Goal: Met!
I was deathly afraid I wasn’t going to make it. I spent all afternoon hovering right at that border of “I feel cruddy, but am I tired or actually getting sick?” And add to that the fact that Heidi (yes I actually gave a name to my internal editor since she insists on being such a presence), bitch that she is, hopped a lifeboat and rowed back to shore and came beating on my door. We had some words. She’s sulking right now. Ungrateful trollop. I don’t think I have ever used that in a sentence before…
Anyway, Wyatt confronted his ex-partner. Tomorrow we meet Miss Ada.