So that was a bust.
I think I declare this to be a sick day.
I barely have a voice, and I have started coughing.
Most of the day was spent helping my son get ready for his trip, though, and then sitting next to my phone waiting for updates on his progress. He arrived safely, managed to step on the bus in the wrong direction, and then get off at the wrong stop. It was a realy nailbiter.
He has arrived safely now, but somehow I’m still not in the mood for writing.
So word count still stands at 2,032. Not the 20,000 I had hoped for by now.
I knew it was a stretch goal, didn’t know it would be that hard.