No word count yesterday…my dad was here, spending the night so he could go to a trade show downtown. It was nice to see him, fun to show him my new place, and lovely to be bought dinner. 🙂
We spent a lot of time getting caught up, as you might imagine. He was real interested in hearing about all my writerly adventures, and I think Mario Acevedo may have a new fan. And he had just a lot of questions about writing process–the joint vs. solo writing, the critique process of my various groups and readers, and (dread) the submission/rejection process.
Then we got going on Facebook. Facebook! My dad’s on Facebook! We added each other as friends (and now I’m getting a cascade of aunts and cousins, as a result). Hee!
At the very end of the evening, he looked around and said, “You don’t have a TV here!”
“No,” I said. “When do I have time to watch TV? And you, of all people, know I grew up without one.”
“No TV!” He couldn’t believe it.
So instead, he creamed me three games in a row in Wurdle on his iPhone, and this morning, he ran off with my inscribed copy of Breathers. Well, okay, I let him borrow it. But still.