home stretch
Every day I wake up with this damn cold it's worse. Not a little bit worse, not a lot worse. Just middle-of-the-road worse. UGH.
I love colds, because snot is my friend. I especially love post nasal sludge. UGH.
Anyhow. It's cooler today, and the humidity is not such a bitch. I have soup on, and my goal for the day is to transcribe another 1000 longhand words into the manuscript document.
But secretly (!?) my goal is to finish all 3830 words.
That would be a weenie goal for my lightning-fingered friends, but for me it's kind of daunting. I just don't like transcribing. I told Tim if I ever sell a book and get an actual advance, I plan to put back enough money so I can pay someone to type the next book for me. I love typing almost as much as snot.
If I can't get it all, maybe I'll manage half. Or maybe only a thousand. But whatever, because I'm almost there, right? Right.
Here goes nothin'. But also everything.
I love colds, because snot is my friend. I especially love post nasal sludge. UGH.
Anyhow. It's cooler today, and the humidity is not such a bitch. I have soup on, and my goal for the day is to transcribe another 1000 longhand words into the manuscript document.
But secretly (!?) my goal is to finish all 3830 words.
That would be a weenie goal for my lightning-fingered friends, but for me it's kind of daunting. I just don't like transcribing. I told Tim if I ever sell a book and get an actual advance, I plan to put back enough money so I can pay someone to type the next book for me. I love typing almost as much as snot.
If I can't get it all, maybe I'll manage half. Or maybe only a thousand. But whatever, because I'm almost there, right? Right.
Here goes nothin'. But also everything.