I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for the always late #33. Really. It's almost midnight, but luckily, one of the neighbors has an open WIFI connection, so here I sit, blogging.
It's been a full day. For once, in a long time, I got most of the stuff I intended to get done, done. A friend and I even met at a cafe and wrote from 7-9 pm. On the Thursdays that aren't Writer's Meeting nights, I'm inviting the member to come out and write with me. It's a no pressure deal, so I expect few people to actually show, but you never know --these folks are dedicated.
Anyway, tonight during our 7-9 write, I revised a short story AND submitted it to three markets, which was more than I expected to accomplish tonight.
So I sit here and blog, feeling a bit full of myself tonight, because I also completed the revision to the second third of my novel (the middle) and. emailed it off to my writers group right on time.
And finally, right before I started this blog entry, a motorcyclist sped by blaring Tubular Bells theme to The Exorcist.
Yeah, its one of those days that turned out pretty okay. Now, if the #33 would show...