Sheesh. What a long, busy, bleary day. I’m feeling kind of wasted and low at the moment. I think the lack of sleep is making me feel kinda blue.
I got through the words, but had hoped to build up a buffer. I barely squeaked past today’s required wordcount with 32,673 words. Soon, bed.
John, if it’s any consolation, my dollar per hour of your $10 is very low.
For you, i give … a sarcophagus!
Again, too exhausted to look for a story fragment that wont burn your eyes out. Tomorrow.
Next up: Chris Battey (and hopefully to build a wordcount buffer.)
Thanks! It will go well with our garden sphinx.