Heather Flyte

[Insert obligatory "haven't blogged" blog post here. You don't care and neither do I.]

I’ve added a word count meter to my widgets over yonder. It’s set at zero as of this writing because I’m about to start transcribing what I wrote into the computer-machine. I’ll update the word count when I gets one. I’ve skipped a few days, and I’m not too proud to admit it. The whole idea of writing longhand in the first place was to disallow the slippery distraction of the internet. But oh, that siren beckons from the frothy beaches of her rocky shores, and lo, I crashed my boat at her feet.

Also, the key part of “longhand” is LONG.

So, I may as well realize that I have to discipline myself to reach a daily writing goal (10 to 1000 words a day, I’m a realist) and just give in to my laptop and write it here. I’m faster with the typing, and don’t need nearly as much IcyHot® as I do when I write.

Where are the meter maids, or the razor blades for that matter? No where. But if you name your crappy band Meter Maids and the Razor Blades I get a cut of your gross.

Wait here, while I go do something interesting. I’ll come back and tell you about it.

Yeah! Awesome!w00t! Rawk!

Easy to say after 1,900 words. Let’s see what I’m saying at 10,000 – or if I get there.