Right now, it’s very late.
I’ve been working on my computer all day for Paid Jobs.
I still have 2 blog posts to catch up on, work deadlines looming, a trip to San Francisco to prepare for (Yes, I got into The Night of Writing Dangerously!)
Thanks to a new assignment, I am cramming math for writing SAT prep materials (my day job), which means I spent the last 3 days with my head so far up algebra’s ass I think we might technically be married in some countries.
I’m so tired I can’t feel my face.
My word count is hovering at a meager 3,000.
I’m going to set a good example.
Fuck everything else. I’m going to go work on my novel. 
