Old What’s Her Face* took the grandkids to the movies. Something about box trolls or something. I passed, no Clint Eastwood or Bruce Willis.
I wound up finding some writing time. I answered a few more questions for my heroine, and allowed her to flex a little backbone.
Then I tortured my little girl victim some more. She keeps going deeper down the wormhole.
All told, I added 2912 new words to my story. Total word count is 35,220.
Now, of course, it’s an evening of The Garfield Movie, Scooby Doo, and Sky High. (Thank God for Bruce Campbell, and that hot chick who played Velma in Scooby Doo.) Lots of squealing, refusing to eat, and Ninja Turtles all over the floor. I suppose it was about my turn. Pass me a Ninja Turtle.
* Not my wife’s actual name.