Four days, almost 900 words per day. Huzzah. Today actually counted out at 1400, but 500 of the total went towards a short story idea that hit over eggs and coffee. I meant only to write the first few sentences. A page-and-a-half later, I stopped. Not sure what to make of the diversion, other than I like what there is of it thus far.

Whether this productivity burst stems from the self-imposed deadline or it’s a coincidence, I care not a whit. Just hope it continues.

The Wife leaves for Honduras on Saturday. Have faith, the struggle continues on in New Jersey.