Good morning, Readers!
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This morning was... dumb. I'm dumb. So dumb.
I woke up before my alarm after having a weird dream in which my mother and I were attempting to put the shag back into a shag rug with some sort of metal spiky rolling device. That's beside the point. I woke before my alarm, feeling energetic and ready to face the day.
Perfect! Off to the gym I go.
And off to the gym I went.
Once at the gym, I remembered where my shoes were. They weren't in my gym bag. Nope. They were at home. In the downstairs washroom.
[ expletives redacted ]
Oh well. I am still recovering from the cold I had this weekend, so I suppose it's alright to miss this morning. I will be training tonight, so maybe easing back in is better than slamming into the workout wall full tilt. Maybe.
I'm still pissed, though.
Writing has been much better. I wrote two thousand words yesterday. I'm almost done the writing of this work, and I'm still excited about the manuscript. I'm looking forward to sending this one out to Beta Readers.
As I'm on this story line in particular, I'm thinking I'm riding the train all the way to the end of the series, and just write the series through. I already have scenes from the second book pouring through my brain, and I feel I should probably get those written down before I move back over to The Great Man series.
It often feels like I'm riding a wave when it comes to my creative endeavours, in an almost literal sense.
Speaking of creative stuff, I should really get back to it.
Ciao!
I woke up before my alarm after having a weird dream in which my mother and I were attempting to put the shag back into a shag rug with some sort of metal spiky rolling device. That's beside the point. I woke before my alarm, feeling energetic and ready to face the day.
Perfect! Off to the gym I go.
And off to the gym I went.
Once at the gym, I remembered where my shoes were. They weren't in my gym bag. Nope. They were at home. In the downstairs washroom.
[ expletives redacted ]
Oh well. I am still recovering from the cold I had this weekend, so I suppose it's alright to miss this morning. I will be training tonight, so maybe easing back in is better than slamming into the workout wall full tilt. Maybe.
I'm still pissed, though.
Writing has been much better. I wrote two thousand words yesterday. I'm almost done the writing of this work, and I'm still excited about the manuscript. I'm looking forward to sending this one out to Beta Readers.
As I'm on this story line in particular, I'm thinking I'm riding the train all the way to the end of the series, and just write the series through. I already have scenes from the second book pouring through my brain, and I feel I should probably get those written down before I move back over to The Great Man series.
It often feels like I'm riding a wave when it comes to my creative endeavours, in an almost literal sense.
Speaking of creative stuff, I should really get back to it.
Ciao!
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