My labor day weekend was spectacular. Got out nearly 6000 words, have in my head, the path for another 6000, which will bring me near the middle of my book.
I consider this an achievement since I’ve also spent the last three days driving posts and fixing fence. I have chigger bites up to my shoulders. I have chigger bites everywhere, and I do mean Everywhere.
My wife, my kids, they got like one or two.
I may be miserable, but I’m happy.
Monday morning was the day for writing. I probably knocked out 3000 words in a couple of hours. Then, my youngest, who was napping, woke up and puked on me.