There is no weekend for the freelancer: Saturday and Psyche

My psyche is cheaper than any therapist could ever be. And spends less time getting into my gray matter. Woke up at 4am this morning from a dream that was both horrible (cruel and real-in-the-way-you-know-you're-dreaming-but-scary-anyway) and illuminating (oh, well, d'oh!). Thought about it for a while, decided that having been made aware of how I was really feeling, I could now take action on it, and tried to go back to sleep.

Woke up around 6 by -- well, mainly by Boomer snuggling up to my shoulders like a cheap mink stole, but also by dream #2, which was less horrible (about having to get a number of cats out of a house, because of a suspected fire) but clarified something about the action I knew I was going to have to take.

No muss, no fuss, no insurance bill at the end of the month. My dreams are obliging that way.


Then I wrote a thousand+ words of smut character and plot development between two characters that happened to occur in bed, paid some bills, and took action on the action I had to take.

All before 10 am.

Do I get to take the rest of the day off?

No?

Drat.

*goes back into the salt mines*

novel_in_90 sitrep, week 5

Down Into Darkness: A Retrievers Novel

32,000 words, averaging 915 words a day. I hope to nudge that up a bit in the coming weeks, but I'm on schedule to finish by contract-deadline.

It's been interesting, watching the progress. Some folk are steady-goers, some flash and fade in a regular pattern, and some have dropped out, never to be heard from again. And a number of people have declined to appear for due mocking. Tsk..... But there's a lot of gleeful progress, especially among people who were never able to get this far before. For that alone, this community is a success, IMO.

And for those of you *looks pointedly* who were planning to join in later...later's almost here. We're waiting. And watching...

(anyone can join in at any time -- it's 90 days from YOUR START, not any specific date.)