Another Reason to Write to Finish: TMI Edition

[nepenthe]

Warning: TMI below:

If I finish stories, work for myself writing, when I’m cramping on my period I could lay down on my own bed with the cats until the meds kick in/it’s over.

I have no news to report on the job fronts. I'm not yet working from home, nor have I heard from the retail store, nor have I completed any job applications. Ugh. I should fill out an application to a temp agency, shouldn't I?

Progress Report:
Tuesday, I did another writing sprint with a buddy. Typed up 1100 words. Yesterday we did it again, but this time I spent the 2 hrs editing. I want to gain word count, obviously, but if I want to start ‘finishing’ and posting fic, I have to fucking edit, too. TIME. Why is there never enough?

That’s a chapter of fic done, guys, about 8,000 words.

Done. Dun dundun dun DUUUUN. (except to send to a beta to go over my concerns)

Tonight, I need to schedule myself for another 2 hours and type shit up, all on my own w/o writing buddy. This weekend is another 8 hour writing sprint.