Day 53. 140 pages, 70,627 words.
Not a bad week. Look at that, turned around my slump and got a whole mess written, despite the ridiculous clawing-out of time I had to do.
Not pictured: The weeping and moaning, the sulking, the growling, and the absolute nightmare of flying shit my fucking phone put me through.
Seriously though, now I’m going to stop and go to spend the rest of the last day of my holiday with my family. They deserve me in a good mood occasionally.