Today, from nine until noon, I typed up whatever was left in my notebook, all 8859 words. So End of Book One Rough Draft Number One completed.
I still don’t know what to do next or how to resolve anything. If I can find 128 pages (actually half that, I can print on both sides), maybe I’ll print it out and get some input from Geoff. He sort of said he’d look at it, but he was also really sick and would have probably agreed to anything if it meant I was going to leave him alone at that exact second. But what better way to recuperate than to read a shitty first draft of your wife’s first attempt at writing a fantasy story. That sounds like it will be great for all those involved.
My wrists, neck, and back, are aching. And I have chores to do. And my tax refund was paltry this year since I earned almost no money (I did get back the $500 I paid in taxes this year though). Waah waah waah me.
I think all March I’ll just write short stories and feel good about accomplishing things.