Finished an episode of the Outcast today. That feels alright, not as good as finishing a story or a novel, but it's okay. I wouldn't kick it out of bed for killing my family members.
I also did absolutely no writing (yet).
It was another one of those gray days, both inside and out, where I pondered the fruitlessness of my existence and wondered why I continue. Yep, loads of fun in the Rish Outhead, kids!
Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In January: 2539
I did end up doing my sit-ups and push-ups and went for a run in the rain, which was kind of miserable, but once I got past that point where I often (but not always anymore) want to give up, it was fine, and the last half mile was basically me thinking about stories I could record and struggling not to step in puddles. I'm not sure if my brain released those endorphins that Big A. is always talking about, but I do feel better now, with sweat running down my forehead and back.
Now I'm going to record a story for inclusion in the next episode (which is already saved and ready to go), so that my Patreon supporters feel special. Then, I might write.
Push-ups Today: 126
Push-ups In January: 1923
So, I didn't end up writing more than half a page before calling it a night and going to sleep. I think, tomorrow, if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll pick up my space colony pandemic story and see if I can't introduce droids to the story. I like droids.
Words Today: 814
Words In January: 15,489
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