Really? 95,000, on the button? Really?
I have a plan. I won’t be writing on Friday as the #epicstepson has his season opening basketball tournament, I have resos for dinner with a good friend, and various errands to run throughout the day. Tomorrow, an alarmingly large group of Wrimos will descend upon Steeps Tea and drive the other patrons batty by alternating 5 minutes of giddy shouting with 20 minute periods of complete silence other than the clickety-clacking of our keyboards.
In the company of those few friends, I will write 5,000 words. I will ring the cowbell I stole from the S.O.’s percussion collection, and cheer even more loudly when my buddies win their own personal word wars, whatever those numbers may be. I will sip organic yerba mate and feel great that I met two word goals, while acknowledging that really, I’ve just gotten started.