I live in Ontario in Canada. The province is run by a conservative, and his handling of the pandemic and the vaccine rollout is going about as well as you can guess. If you can't guess, we're in our third wave, hit with another lockdown that is a lockdown only in name. The man cares more about getting his rich friends richer, and attempting to score political points against our prime minister, and thinks nothing of playing with people's lives to do it.
That's about where we are as a province. And I wasn't coping very well.
I'm a little better now. Enough to blog again.
Tuesdays was supposed to by my writing check-in, but the nature of my recent spiral meant that though I wrote some, I neither reached my daily goal, nor attempted to record my progress at all for the last two weeks or so.
So this is a hard reset on that.
As of lunch hour yesterday (writing this shortly after), I have just past 107 000 words. I didn't hit my daily goal, so there will have been a writing session in the evening after the writing of this post. I'm hoping to make it past 108 000, and will consider that the new set point for counting my daily efforts.
I will try and keep up with the word counting until the book is finished. I'm not as close as I want to be to the end - it's a long one, remember. Still, I'm getting there, and I am feeling a little bit of pride that despite how awful I spiralled this past fortnight, I still managed to write some.
We have to take what little victories we can.
Hopefully I'm back to blogging too. I'll keep trying, at least. Until tomorrow, then.