Til Death: 1931
Daily Goal: Met
Well I’m home from Texas. It was a fabulous trip. I got a fair amount written in the car, then another 500ish words written after hubby crashed. I’m not far from crashing myself, but still have to get a bath, which will be an experience in olden times as our water heater evidently died while we were gone. Joy. I’ll entertain myself by figuring out how I’m going to bring about the next kiss with my hero and heroine because, really, there can never be too much kissing.