Arrant Nonsense

Last time was bad enough. There is no sense thwacking myself with a brick in the head again and I do not need to be sent into another frothing rage. Praying for my country, at this point, is all I can do.

So, I will write today. I will do something I enjoy, in blatant defiance of... well. Everything. As I have said before, my happiness is not dependent on who sits in the White House. My life will go serenely on, with perhaps a few hiccups along the way. As it does.

Which is not to say I will be avoiding TV tonight. After all, I have been looking forward to "The Following" for as long as I've been aware of it. Kevin Bacon hooked me in the first ad--and then when I found out James Purefoy was the villain, my squee-age knew no bounds. And there are Poe references. I'll reserve judgment until we're four eps in, but it looks amazing, from the previews. *bounces*

And, of course, Castle is also on tonight, and H50 (which we will DVR). So, really, there's no bad there.

Meanwhile, I write. I cracked 40,000 words in the Project o'Doom last night. Let's see if I can stick an END at the bottom of this story today and start the next one, shall we?

At the bottom of another story. Word count for this one comes in just under 7600 and puts my total word count at 42,500. This gives me Friday's Actual Goal. I've missed my Third Bonus Goal by a hundred words, but I'm okay with that.

I haven't decided what the Next Story will be. Whatever it is will probably finish me out, though, or close to it. Maybe I'll pick one of the more complicated ones that's left.

But that's for tomorrow. For now, I'm fried.

But well on my way to a successful end to this project.