I was sad with myself...

I have a little post-it note on my monitor, which I had been using to keep track of the word count I still owe.

And, yes, I am still catching up on those four weeks my wrists were cactus.

Between assorted disasters and social obligations, I thought I’d managed to rack up six owed weeks (that’s 18K words) when I started with four.

And in the middle of my personal gloom-and-doom routine, I went back to the calendar and counted how many weeks it had really been.

It was nine weeks. Not twelve.

Turns out that this dumb ass had forgotten when I’d taken prior notes and added extra owed tallies.

Not once, but thrice. Three fucking times.

I should actually be caught up by the end of next week.