How did a whole other week go by already? I swear time is zooming by faster and faster all the time. Sheesh.
Once again, I didn't do any writing. Unless in my head counts. And it wasn't even anything I was working on, but the opening lines and the premise hit me in the head when I was out smoking, and it won't leave me alone. I stuck it in my writing ideas file. I ain't go time to be birthin' no more stories right now.
I'm up to 20% on the read-through, note-taking phase of Wrongful Termination. It's a hot mess, but I still like it.
I also worked up a submission letter so one of my other books can be sent to a small publisher.
Last night, I was telling the Kid about all the irons I have in the fire right now, and her comment was 'Wow'. To which I replied, "I will get published if it kills me." Then she did some pompom waving and supportive stuff. I am committed to this. Or maybe I should be committed because of this. LOL
In other news, I bought a new office chair. Well, an old office chair that's new to me. It's very comfortable on my butt, but I'm not sure if my back likes it yet. Since my previous chair was 8-10 years old, I'm not surprised. With as much time as I spend sitting at my desk, I probably spent upwards of 8500 hours in that chair. And chairs should come with a sit-ometer to let you know how much 'mileage' it has so you know when to change it - like tires.
Anyway, here it is:
This past week was also cleaning week. Deep down dusting and sweeping and vacuuming. I also cleaned the bed linens and Febrezed everything. (Including the above chair.)
And I still feel like I didn't do much. Why is it some weeks I can lay around doing nothing and feel fine about it, and other weeks I do all sorts of stuff and still feel like a lazy slob? Ugh.
How was your week?