Writing With Kids - And Other Things Pt. 1

Sick kid home from school means word counts are likely to...not be good this week. They were already kind of sucky last week on account of a sick author not feeling like doing anything, so now I'm worried about my deadlines.

Granted, my deadlines are self-imposed, and if I really wanted to I could just move them...but that's not how you teach yourself to follow deadlines. On the upside, once I get into the editing/formatting stage, I'll show everyone the cover in the hopes that whets everyone's appetite.

In other news, my experiments in caffeine reduction have...not worked. Seems my dependency on it is integral to me not being a complete cranky pants whacko in the mornings. I did replace most (some) of my soda intake with tea, though. Still caffeine, but healthier all around in other ways. Also took up a martial art again in an effort to get exercise, which means my Saturday's are shot, but also means that - even after two weeks - I'm starting to feel stronger.

Urgh. Onward with the writing...just 35k +/- left!

Current Book Two Word Count: 49, 130/85, 000*

*85, 000 is of course, just an estimate of the final word total. Could be more, could be less. Won't know until it's done.

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