Sixty-third day on chapter writing. Seventy-eight pages (of crap) to show for it. My flexible deadlines have passed, and now the real one is looming big and fast. I should be able to have a complete rough draft by the end of the week. There is lots of room for hope.
Day 63 was more social than most. Morning was spent cheering a friend over Skype, afternoon saw me have a goodbye chat over lemonade with my newfound historian friend Paul at Darwin’s, went to the usual weights class right after at five and then after a quick breather at home, a late dinner with a new friend at a neighborhood restaurant.
I got asked a weird question sometime in between these events if it was a lonely summer. And I didn’t know what to answer. That’s a good sign, I suppose. If I am not too ready with a yes, then that is indeed the best I could hope for.
