I wound up getting through about four chapters of editing on my epic fantasy, The Cock of the South. I also wound up reading about 10% more of Few Are Chosen.
It was a day for a little of this and a little of that. I made a few fountain pen notes for some short pieces I want to write.
I also opened a wonderful bottle of actual mead. I’m enjoying it right now while watching the second episode of The Strain.
All in all, it doesn’t look like a very productive day, but I moved a few projects forward. Forward momentum is good, even if nothing is complete. I still need to find a good fantasy artist.
I’m off tomorrow and will probably set an alarm so I can get more time to myself. Then I have to help my parents find a new car.
That’s about it. I’m off to oil my kraut bat. No that isn’t a metaphor for anything.