Day 54. 140 pages, 68,412 words.
So it’s approaching ten in the morning, well past the time I usually get my crap together and post my blog entry and get busy with my actual work (and I have, I’ve started, I’m just switching windows from time to time between top-secret worky-type activities, this is just the way it has to be), but I haven’t posted and I haven’t got anything to add.
So I shall throw this down, from my Facebook wall in September.
There’s a lot going on, of course. Lots of work to do, lots of bad shit happening at the office and in the world in general and on the Internet (as distinct from the world), but that’s okay. And I’m writing as much as I can, which is grand. And I just received a fantastic little piece of music written and performed specifically for me, so I can make a trailer video for the book series, which should be coming soon. And that is absolutely brilliant.
But we’ve all been sick – well, Wump and Toop have been and are still down with this nasty chest cold, and I’ve got a dose of it too, and Mrs. Hatboy is therefore exhausted with looking after us all and sitting up all night with the girls even if he teacher’s constitution has stopped her from being actually sick – and that makes everything that little bit more run-down and difficult. I slept in until seven this morning, which is another reason I’m running so late and only just now starting to get warmed up. But ten hours’ sleep – albeit broken sleep – was just what the proverbial doctor ordered.
Okay, nothing more to see here. I’m back to work. You should be too.
Work hard, be productive, contribute to the economy, as an old friend of mine likes to say.