I’ve survived until now. It’s after eight am and my eyes are gluing themselves shut.
I’ve typed a good chunk and handwritten two other chapters as I’m reworking old drafts and my brain finds it easier to write. I’m rambling, sorry.
I’m probably going to sleep for a while. My hands will be throbbing later, they are already sore but we’ll see how it goes. I need to hit my 15k typed target asap so I can have plenty of time for edits and redrafting before I go back to work.
My chairs are all uncomfortable. I need a big reading chair.
Still forgot to use forest all night.
The typing process is improving. Still making mistakes but quickly fixing them.
Listening to chill out jazz and bossa nova on youtube instead of movie soundtracks. It’s nice and generic and does make me feel like I’m working in a coffee shop.
Reading Pet Sematary during breaks. The scary is rapidly approaching.
Forgot to use Forest for the last hour and a half.
Scrolling through Tumblr too for studyspo. I don’t get bubble tea. What does it do? What are the bubbles? Do you eat them/drink them/accidentally inhale them? It’s been around for a while so not as faddy anymore. Maybe I’ll get one when I finally leave the house again.
Craving the vegan French toast from Rose and Grants. Not sure if I’m emotionally prepared for the seitan bacon. I do love seitan though.
Been listening to so much Top 40 and American pop music lately. Odd but the catchy stuff keeps my mood up.
Chapter splits are now underway. Back to handwriting chunks as I edit old drafts. Already concerned I’ll have too many words and too short a word count. It’s gonna be hard to word slash.