Daily Progress Report

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.