I have two hundred sweet words. I’m dancing around with them like momma-dollar and poppa-dollar in It’s a Wonderful Life.
This was after writing 1000 words in a different project I’ve got going on.
I’m hoping all that crashing crinking noise I hear is the stress-caused icelock in my brain finally melting — I so so so hope it is. I have so much writing to do, and will even less time to do it in as the move nears.
But things are moving now, even if they’re lumberingly slow, I’ll take it. Any forward movement at all, onward!