Day 7. 47 pages, 21,076 words.
Sorry. Still didn’t get to that story. But that’s because look at all the work I’m doing on Fergunakil. So shut up!
Seriously though, I thought I would get way more time today and have way more inspiration. Instead, I had a badly-timed meeting in the morning and a bunch of stuff to do, then I did a spot of wood-cutting at lunchtime and got nicely energised on endorphins, but then had a bunch more work to do and now I need to sign off to start our Friday evening’s gaming. Which is great, but it involves some preparation on my part and – again – me-no-writey.
 Looks like my project work isn’t going to stop any time soon, which I suppose is good. One guy off on summer vacation, so I am left holding the bag – or in this specific case, the fuck-off enormous port crane, but you didn’t hear that from me. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder just how much of this work got done while I was on vacation. It’s nice to be a vital part of the team, I guess.
Here’s to hoping I’ll get some more done over the weekend, but I don’t think so. Wedding to go to tomorrow, then probably a dramatic hangover on Sunday.
So yeah, whatever. 2,000 words written, bitches. On no spare time.