8000 steps yesterday, and every one hurt.
I’m supposed to do 1500-2000 steps a day. I did 4-5 X that much. Owie!
But I’m back, almost in one piece, and eager to get editing my fantasy epic. April is Camp Nano, and I’ve chosen to edit my book so that it makes sense, tighten it by about 30k words, and get it ready for a couple of alpha readers.
Strange as it sounds, I’m very excited by this. I’ve taken the last 2 weeks away from working on it to clear my head and prep for my mom’s wedding next month. It didn’t totally clear, I kept getting flashes of ideas and writing myself notes.
I figure, that I’m starting April 5th, that I need to do 25-30 pages of the original manuscript per day, regardless of what it ends up in the edited version. Today I did 25 pages. Go, me!
And I still can’t find my frigging dress that I bought for the wedding and put somewhere safe. You really would think I’d know better. So at least one day this week is to be spent tearing my bedroom apart. Good chance to rotate the seasonal wardrobe, I tell myself. As opposed to “you idiot, where did you put the fricking dress? It matches the purse you just bought. The one that matches NOTHING else in my wardrobe.”
But, life will go on, my wardrobe will be there eventually. And my box of cool shit foe my om will go to NB with me.