Consider Myself Spanked

Writer Friend sent me an email ass-kicking berating me for letting parents slow the roll, so despite wanting to curl up in a little ball and DIE for the 90 minutes I had to myself today, I sat down with the computer from 4:30 to 6. Revised character studies for 2N, and finally polished my new draft of "Darlene" to a finish. Not a whole lot got done, word-count wise, but finally being in another state of "done" with "Darlene" is nothing to be sneezed at. 'Specially b/c wonderful Husband's response to my being done was to say, "Print it out, I'll read it now."

He's a good good man.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

By "good man," you clearly mean "writer friend."