Writing, writing, writing
I wasn't sure how today would go, even though there were no distractions/commitments on the calendar. Agent rejections can do that to a writer, even the nicest of them (and yesterday's was nice, wanting to look at future work). But I guess that "It's not about me, it's about the work" taped to the top of my screen is working the way I wanted it to because today I wrote
487 words on PBJ (if you want to know why I'm calling it that, see this post)!
I had scribbled what I thought were the introductory paragraphs in my journal back whenever, and they helped, but mostly, it was suddenly there. So, I'm feelin' mighty, mighty fine and intending to get the jump on WFMAD starting now and stay with it through the end of August.
I also transcribed/edited/expanded upon the first part of "After the Dragon Dies," to a total of 1,125 words. That's not a fantasy (though it would be a great fantasy title), but an essay I drafted longhand last week, about The Great Sorting. If you're wondering about the title, let me just say that it comes from listening to Beowulf this past spring.
I even managed to fit in an hour of unexpected proofreading for a regular client.
Now I'm off to check my bushes, because, as jbknowles reported, it is blueberry season!