Daylight savings always throws my sleep schedule for a loop. I held it together until yesterday when I got home from work and passed into a nap-like coma until the late evening. Ugh.
Reading: Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror is rocking my world, though my old, used copy is falling apart.
Planning: Getting resumes and cover letters together and on Saturday night, I’ll watch John Bones Jones fight for the light heavyweight title on a buddy’s shiny, new TV.
Writing/Creating: Other than cover letters, I got sucked in by Chuck’s Pulp Baby micro fic challenge and wrote up a 1000 word thing that I like. Sent it out to some friends for feedback and will look on it with fresh eyes later.
The first lines:
Where were you when King Kong fell?
That’s the question they ask us old-timers.
I know right where I was when the great ape was killed because I was born that day. I’m considered by some historians to be the last of the pulp heroes.
It isn’t baby-centered but with challenges like these I am less about winning and more about being inspired to write something that would have otherwise been dormant.