Today is the first day of the rest of your life

Today, for the first time in far too long, I actually felt like a normal and productive human being.  Well, normal and productive for my own version of both

Which translated to: the house got cleaned, the kidlet got played with (though I didn’t do the majority of that today).  And I wrote, to the tune of 1,700 words, and it felt like good writing – for the first time in far too long I found the hole in the page.  I managed some reading, too, which is good, since I have a stack of Aurealis reading to do.  And I even got a short walk in – just in time for the weather to start warming up, at which time I can no longer tolerate walks.  Fneh.

It felt damn good to write.  Hopefully I can power through this draft now.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.