@%*damn f*^king telemarketers!
Not a writer:
Not a good week. There was a combination of brain-deadness, bad nap consistency, who knows. That only puts me about 2600 words ahead of where I was two weeks ago, since I skipped fessing up last Friday.
Word count: 25660
Page count: 77
Two chapters down, working on chapter three.
Damn telemarketers keep waking up my baby. Either that, or he kicks his stupid glow worm in his crib and that wakes him up. So, anyway, he’s up. And it’s 93 degrees outside so we can’t walk to the park. And it’s date night tonight, and apparently there’s going to be a tornado. Fun!