This lazy Sunday has been pretty amazing so far. Although I did not wake in the late afternoon – more of late morning and, sure, there was no watching of the Chronicles of Narnia involved (yet), this Sunday has been pretty amazing.
The kids made Lego structures, I got to chat briefly with my LA fam, the kids cleaned up said Legos (with hardly any nagging), and I got a long walk with the dog, followed by over an hour of writing while the kids made a pretty awesome fort out of the couch cushions and benches.
After writing for an hour, I looked up and saw the page counter stared back at me with the number ‘100.’ Holy shit! I’m not even a third of the way through the story, so I’m trying not to panic that this is going to be another behemoth. Then I noticed, the top sentence of page 100, standing all by itself:
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
It seemed like a pretty good synopsis of my feelings about the state of things and 2020 in general.
So for now, I’m gonna keep writing, keep doing whatever I can to stay sane and healthy. I hope y’all are doing the same.