13,442 Days Alive
5,137 Words Written
1 Load of Laundry Washed
I spent most of my Sunday afternoon trying to write. I got a total of just over five thousand words written, but I don’t have a plot yet beyond “and then they kiss”.
I’m still struggling with the conflict for the mermaid story I want to write. I know the characters and the subplots, themes and the general beats of the story other than the actual main fucking conflict. It’s very frustrating.
I managed to get home and spend some time with Fen before they went to their girlfriend’s house for the evening.
I’m going to miss the hell out of J and Bill6 when they move. It’s coming up so quickly, less than a month till J heads up to Ohio. I’m trying to be positive about the change, but it’s very difficult.
I’m also trying to figure out my own move and financing that appropriately. Too many worries for one night.
Anyway, I’m sad and still fighting with this Sherlock case fic that I started back in 2019. In going to appease the Duolingo owl and go to bed
Take your meds, folks.
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