Today I wrote 193 words.
(Let it go, V. Let it go.)
Tomorrow is another day.
– worked all day
– cooked dinner
– did 10,000 dishes (I think if I gathered up all the time I spend doing dishes and tally it, it would equal to about 15 years.)
– went shopping with the family for winter boots, etc.
– took my grandma for blood work
– read more of Reality Boy by A.S. King
– fell asleep
I mean, really. 193 is better than none.
*Note to self:
Sweet sugar pop roxy pop, Vanessa! Stop being so hard on yourself! You just finished writing a WHOLE OTHER BOOK. And it’s getting published, for poop sake. Celebrate! Be happy! Be grateful! All is well. All is very well.
*Response to self:
You’re right. Thank you for that.