It’s been a busy day.
Accomplishments: 3,400 words on a new story that’s shaping up. Dinner made (kinda). Laundry moved (kinda). A bit of vacuuming (mostly done as a way to get my brain reset on character development rather than plot movement). Fed cat. Fed me!
When I left my “real” job, people often asked me what a writer does all day. At the time, I really didn’t know. Truth is, I still don’t.
Is that a good thing?