Now that’s what I call progress.
And, I’ve done several loads of washing, fed, changed, danced and played with my son, taken him and the dog for a walk (and a swing at the park), organized to go check out a childcare centre next week … And various other things. Time to think about making dinner. Then, it will be bath and wind down for bed for the wee man – hopefully hubby can help with that, since they don’t see each other all day – and then, hubby will be off out to practice with his band tonight, so once weeman is asleep, I can extend my word-count even more. Woot!
The great thing is that I’m far more organized now than I was a year ago. I have a pretty well-detailed outline and a really awesome antagonist (I’m certainly excited about getting him down in text). And, finally, I seem to have broken my most recent bout of writer’s block, so, assuming that getting back into the swing of fitting everything into my day (haven’t tackled my part-time work just yet) doesn’t mess with my muse too badly, things should be swinging along nicely this year. However, I must remember to force myself to do this short story project, too. Typical. I set myself another goal and my novel-writing ramps up a gear. Seems to be the way it works.
2012, here I come.