Well, I made pathetic progress on my to-do list.
I finished critiquing and line-editing Lainey's short story, "The Princess and The Jester," and feel good about our first crit group meeting tomorrow. My critiquing skills are a bit rusty, so hopefully I'll be able to provide some helpful feedback.
I didn't finishing re-reading Four and definitely didn't write any more on it.
I also didn't write a single more word on "A Tender Touch."
So what exactly did I do?
Um, not much. Critiquing the story took up a lot of my time. I also Google chatted with my friend in Michigan. I took a nap.
I had high hopes for today, really, I did! I got a new temporary splint at PT to tide me over until my new swanky one arrives, and it feels really nice on my poor wrist. I thought, "Hey! Wrist support! I'll be able to type a bunch today without my pinkie finger giving up and dying on me!"
Instead, I ate lunch with a friend and went to Target. Came home, read the rest of the new blogs, and took a nap. In my defense--I've had a bad headache the last two days, and a nap is about the only thing that has a hope of getting rid of one. I can't write with a headache. Just can't do it. Nope.
Now I'm going over to hang out with my dad-in-law while mom-in-law goes to see Godspell with husband. Hopefully we're going to veg, and I'm going to let Herbie the Munchkin cat shed to his heart's content all over my clothes.
Seriously, I know everybody and their mom has seen this, but it still makes me laugh! I think there's a lot to learn about storytelling from this kid (and he's so darn cute, how can you not just love him?) Basically, everything but the action is just mumbo-jumbo. And that's all that really matters... :-)