I feel pretty good about how the day went. I swept and scrubbed the sunroom and the dining room, moved some more furniture around, took a shower, ate actual food, put clothes on, made it to the library five minutes before closing to return the DVD that had been forgotten in the player when I returned its case on Monday, and had some tea and wrote for awhile in the Starbucks. I wanted to move the dog crates into the newly cleared sunroom but it turned out I can’t manage them on my own unless I drag them across the floor or dismantle them, so I waited.
I got about 750 words written on this stubborn chapter of “Winchester Sandwich” I’ve been working on for the last two months jeez. So now it’s nearly done! Just needs another few paragraphs and an edit pass. Finally.
So apparently getting other shit done also helps get writing done, who knew.
now that colin ford is nearing the age of 17 when season 9 airs, i want to see the whole argument of when sam leaves dean and john