Sorry, sorry, my bad. I did not get two posts done on Friday, like I swore I would. Just a bald faced lie. Yesterday, Nicole and I hung out with our friends' newborn child and tried to let her pure, radiant goodness pour over us and make us better people. Or at least, I did. Nicole just got a refresher course in how to be an angel, where as little Stella had to put forth all the cute, baby powers she possessed to force back the dark bitterness and cynicism in me.
Let me tell you, she did a damn good job! I was this close, this close!, to believing that people can make a positive difference in the world. Not anymore. You have to be a powerful infant full of light to change the world, and they can't speak, which doesn't help. Though all that baby squeaking goes a long way.
Daily Goal: 2000
Friday's Word Count: 2063
Surplus/Deficit: 63
Jimeral Word Bank Account Holdings: 3368
My goal for today is to have two more writing sessions, though we'll see how that goes. Unless I promise like a gozibbillion words, I don't seem to take goals serious anymore. Oh, and this first writing session back was crap. No excerpt this time.
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I DONT WANT TO HEAR "NO PROMISES" or "DONT HOLD YOUR BREATH" i want promises! dont wimp out!
love always, cat
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