Holy crap, it’s Wednesday already?
Well yay, that means Friday is just around the corner.
So to report in:
Monday: I kicked off Round 2 with a happy 859 words. Well okay, they weren’t happy words. They were dealing with blood and ick and my hero trying not to wolf out in front of my heroine, but they made ME happy.
Tuesday: A continuation of the prior scene–only 302. My realtor called in the middle of my block of writing time to discuss the mass realtor showing they’d had yesterday morning, and I had somewhere to be at 7. But considering that I was short on time and the fact that The Precious–I mean City of Fallen Angels–was totally whispering my name, I am happy with that. I was a good girl. I didn’t touch it until this morning while I did my morning ride.
This week also kicks off the renewed Operation Goddess In Training (G.I.T.) [Note: Pal Andrew and I decided that the male equivalent should be Spartan In Training, as God In Training just sounds conceited.] I’ve been getting back into routine and working on dialing back my appetite after my totally stupendous vacation. Considering that Monday and Tuesday both involved eating a meal not of my own making, I did pretty well. And the exercise portion is going quite well if the barking of my muscles is anything to go by. Maybe in another couple of weeks I’ll be brave enough to get on a scale.
I suspect that this week will be largely focused on the exercise bike instead of boxing, just so I can get in more of COFA and not feel guilty that I’m ignoring the WIP. Otherwise, I have to get my words in first before diving in. This is me signing off and being a good girl and NOT taking COFA to work, where I KNOW I would get NOTHING AT ALL DONE.