This weekend was ridic’ bro (as one of my most talented teen Shakespeare actors would say).
…hours driven: at least 8
…miles driven: at least 350
…hours spent cleaning out a friend’s house: 7
…bags of trash resulting from that seven hours: 15
…performances attended: 3
…standing ovations given: At least 3. Probably closer to 5
…times that, “I’m so glad to be here!” was said: At least 30
…congratulations given: at least 50
…minutes spent online: 30
…library books that are now overdue: 3
…words written: 0.
So what is the conclusion to this madness?
For the first time EVER I am giving myself grace on my deadline. For my first book, I won Nanowrimo, had the second draft done by Dec 31, and the third draft done by Feb 29. But this time, for the first time, I am giving myself a week of grace.
New first draft date: May 18.
This, I can do. Waking up at 5:30 to open the coffee shop? That was a bit harder.
PS- This might also blow your mind.
What (and where) I ate yesterday:
*A sausage biscuit and coffee from a Burger King in West Virginia
*A hotdog and baked beans and a brownie at a church picnic in Ohio.
*Two cupcakes and two crackers at a concert reception in Ohio.
*A strawberry/walnut salad and chips with dip (great combination, I know!) at my house back in Pennsylvania.
Thank God for vitamins.