Got a doctor’s appointment in a couple hours. It’s way overdue, postponed initially for session and then again when session was extended, so I’m glad to get it out of the way. But getting there is going to blow goat chunks. I’m having to take the MARTA train from work back to the North Springs station to get my car, then drive back into town through Friday afternoon rush hour traffic to Cumberland. Yuck.
fosteronfilm won’t even be there to rant to and commiserate with about my drive when I get home. He’s working the Atlanta Film Festival tonight (as he did last night). Sigh. So the home plan is to tank up on caffeine and hammer some wordage out.
Alternatively, I could put on a DVD of vacuous entertainment and veg with Hobkin. Decisions decision.
– 750 words on my May Writing for Young Readers column. Several editing passes done, stuck a fork in, and mailed it off to my editor. Huzzah.
– 760 on The Novel.
1,779 / 40,000