Day 13. 101 pages, 51,608 words.
Today I have three separate parties to attend in Helsinki and right now I don’t want to attend any of them.
I’m at Wump’s dance class, getting this down in the 5 minutes I have to spare before I have to go in and take part in the class myself for some reason. My neck is killing me, I twisted it yesterday. Adding to my mood.
Also need to call my parents, do my hair and make Easter decorations with the kids while Mrs. Hatboy has a skype-roleplay session this afternoon.
Then tomorrow I’m watching the kids and taking them to Hoplop while Mrs. Hatboy works at the election booth.
All fine, and all fun.
And I don’t want to do any of it.
I want to write. But it’s already too late, the words are gone under all my frustration and anger and the pain from my fucking neck.