• C.A. Lightfoot

Laptop Woe

Well, my 2-in-1, actually.

My child accidentally spilled a cup of water on my little 2-in-1 that I love. Half of the keyboard is no longer working, but the rest of it seems to be all right. I busted out my old faithful 15 inch beast called Rhonda, and she's pinch hitting for now. I'll be having the keyboard on my Lenovo replaced, but for now everything on this thing is MASSIVE compared to the 11 inch I'm used to.

In writing, I'm actually very blah. I'm over the 70,000 word mark, chugging right along toward the end, but man these chapters feel boring as all hell. I know they probably aren't and I know I need to get my characters to where they belong, but damn these are boring to write.

Getting pumped for my deadline in 5 weeks, though. I set the deadline for April 1st, 2020 to have my first draft done. Being this close, I'm also starting to think about what to work on next. My Once Upon a Time take on Hades and Persephone or back to the angel/demon thing I was working on before I started Dark Ember in earnest. I can't lose momentum or get our of my writing habit, so I need the next project keyed up when I set Ember aside before I start the second draft.

This week should be nice and calm in comparison to the last few. My hubby is no longer working out of town, work should be easier, and I'm not sick anymore.

Ok, enough procrastinating. I have to finish this boring ass chapter today. Ugh. Hopefully I can fix it in the second draft, but I can't edit a blank page!

Hope all is well with y'all!



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