Today’s Words: 1759
Total Words: 31,094
Little little is sick again, so I’m now in week 8 with a child sick for at least some of the week. She and I have been up since four, and the writing has been relegated to “don’t even think about quality, just put words on the page when you can” status.
I honestly am tired of my house smelling stale layered over chicken noodle soup.
Hopefully I can find that rhythm again this weekend.
But right now, it’s about Paris and those poor people. It is where my focus goes tonight.