One-hundred-eleven. I like the look of that.
THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK turned forty today. That movie is better every time I watch it.
Anyhow, I'm still pretty tired of writing, but I've found that I wake up before my alarm nowadays no matter how late I stay up, so I haven't any excuse for not writing as much as I should.
On the other hand, I got lots of exercise today, including a three mile bike ride at ten, and my normal run at 12:30pm. I also got some writing in.
Sit-ups Today: 50
Sit-ups Total: 945
Mostly, it was on this project that I had abandoned last year* where I flooded the dining room and went downstairs and found water dripping through the ceiling. I loved the idea of discovering something hidden in the ceiling that had been left by a previous tenant, but I never got any feeling about what it should be the guy discovers. Well, while I was mowing the lawn, I started thinking about a guy that gets a rather life-changing superpower, and decided to combine the two ideas. So I wrote up most of what was on my mind. I despaired to Big Anklevich, though, that I couldn't count it as writing, and he said, "I talked to the judges, and they said you could count it." So I did.
I appreciate those judges. Except my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount.
Words Today: 1202
Words In May: 20,420
*One of my goals for May was to work on an abandoned story.
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