Potato isn’t shooting my novel. He’s shooting something else. My novel was a high point of the evening.

So today was really annoying and stressful. Remember that exciting news I promised you? Well it fell through pretty hardcore today. Disappointed but I guess it’s for the best that I never official announced it, right? The few friends who I told about it can opt to have the story recapped to them via a series of expletive laden IM conversations that I had with my brother on the subject which is actually not a bad way to have information conveyed as we are both pretty funny. I actually think I jinxed it all because I actually finally told a few people about it this past week which was probably my undoing. I should have just kept quiet about it and maybe it all would have been fine.

Moving on. So to take my mind off the drama, my husband promised to make me pie. Not just any pie: blueberry crumb, my total favorite. The only stipulation was that I had to earn this pie by working on my novel. So I dutifully trotted upstairs and started to write/edit with the promise of reward pie.

I’m still on freaking Chapter 7 which I have been editing for seemingly ages. Though, on the plus side, Chapter 7 has been hacked in half into 7 & 8. It is still terrible, but at least I got all the way to the end this time though I did spend a total of 2 hours on what amounted to 3 paragraphs. Very depressing. But I know what’s wrong with it now so I think I’ll be able to finally have it cleaned up after the next pass through.

I promised my husband I’d go to bed by midnight. I got all the way to the end of what was originally just Chapter 7. I finished my writing by midnight. I was a very good wife.

Then of course there was The Drama which kept me up for the next 3.5 hours. I’m trying to be zen, you guys, and it’s not FREAKING WORKING!!!!!

Zen. Breathe. Zen. OK, we are good again, y’all.

So as for the year as a whole? I’m a sad little 73 words ahead of where I should be today. So, um, yay? But I’m not behind and I got some good work done so I’m calling it a win.

*Forces herself to lower the gun from the monitor and step away from the computer.*