I hardly slept last night, for whatever reason, and as a result I hardly wrote today. This afternoon, I managed only 279 words, plus some revision. Yesterday, though, I did 1,107 words. The manuscript of The Secret Project now stands at 5,164 words, which means I'm more than halfway to telling you walk it is. With luck, and sleep, that will happen on Thursday or Friday.
I've spent most of the afternoon sitting in the front parlor, working on a new jigsaw puzzle (A.J. Casson's 1931 painting, Old Store at Salem), half watching episodes of Project Runway Junior and David Attenborough documentaries.
If you're getting tired of this view, imagine what it feels like to be me right now.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,