Sigh, only 56 percent accomplished. I can blame this mostly on added doggy-parenting requirements off and on, and on being really tired the first couple of days of this week.
That said, I did get the key ones done. I released Atoms for Peace and got to 52,000 words total on Southern Discomfort‘s final draft. I also completed the latest draft of Undead Sexist Cliches. I still can’t seem to get far on my short stories though. Though that’s partly because I had to spend a lot of this week finishing Atoms for Peace. I also wound up blowing off lots of little projects, such as submitting stories, pitching article ideas and the like.
I held a writer’s work day at my house, which I’ve been meaning to do for a while.
I got really sloppy about applying sunscreen, which is a big no-no at my age. It was so overcast that even knowing that cloudy weather doesn’t eliminate the need, I just shrugged it off. More generally I’m falling behind on some of the everyday paperwork tasks I need to keep up with (in fairness that’s because several new ones kept popping up).
So no particular deep insights, just one month with fewer goals completed than average. Nothing as startling as the scene below (art uncredited)