storm: over
I wrote 11 pages between having that whine-fest and now. Have no idea what the total count is because of the moving things around, plus my computer won’t charge and is functionally dead because of it, so I can’t get on and add things up like I’d like to.
The point is, I wrote anyway (on a school computer in a lab), I caught up, I got to write some loving-if-critical description of Long Beach, and I’m once again in good shape.
Up and down, up and down. I wonder if it’s going to be like this the whole way.
Hooray for you–on a computer in a lab. Lots of people would let the struggles defeat them.
Funny, too, how a great page or two can stick with you for ages. Forever.