Writer’s Log 01.18.2019-0833

Yesterday’s desire, big, ambitious.
Yesterday’s reality, not so much.
It happens. I wrote, don’t kid yourself, and started my projects, but none of them went as far as I had hoped. There are a number of reasons, not all of them in my control.
(1) The Needs of the family out way the needs of the father and the few. (Gratuitous Star Trek Riff.)
My son needed help with his Boomilever for the Science Olympiad. Man, was that stressful. Neither of us had the skills with balsa wood that wee needed. Thankfully, we had Boomilever Youtube Videos to help us.
(2) Exhaustion sucks the life out of my writing. For no reason I can define, all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep. An attack of lethargy made writing an enormous chore. I found that getting up and moving helped a little. Today, I pulled the laundry off the exercise machine, and if my mind says sleep, my body will say exercise.

Writer’s Log Supplemental – 1.19.2019 0945: Screwed the pooch on this one. You know, sometimes things break down, so late at night I fells asleep. I reached 7,468 words total, and am writing my first disaster. I will explain tomorrow, or today, or something.

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