Bought yogurt.
Did two loads of laundry.
Folded and put away said laundry, plus all the remaining spoor from my trip north.
Cooked zucchini-feta pancakes.
Ate same.
Oh and…..FINISHED OUR LADY OF THE ISLANDS!!!!
ZOMG, I finished a novel tonight. It was the weirdest thing. I knew I was close–I didn’t know I was THAT close. I just started writing, and finished the scene I was in… and started the next scene, which was to be the last one… and just knew I was going to do it.
And I kept going to change the laundry and deal with the dinner, and kept running back to add a few sentences while the pancakes were cooking, and then back to the kitchen, and then back to the computer–it’s weird, I totally do not write like this, but it just kept going, and that’s how it happened… and then it was done!
Wow.
111,312 words; 2,534 tonight (a full Lake, of course); and I know it’s rushed and a little short and full of holes and….yeah, whatever. It’s done. Done!
Woo hoo!