Words written for the sequel to Stuff of Legends today: 265.
Form letters folded and stuffed into envelopes: Somewhere in the vicinity of 350.
My other life is winning.
Don't get me wrong, they're both good lives; the one in which I sit in an office and sell tickets to people simply happens to be drawing on more of my time and energy lately than the one where I take up words against a world of wizards, pirates, and elves. Office-life is also not the one from which I blog (though if anyone wants to learn the minutia of thermal ticket stock ordering or building a complimentary childcare matinee, let me know) -- hence the lack of posts here lately. One day, it'll be really nice to catch myself wondering how I could fit in a couple hours of office work between chapters...
But yes, the writing carries on, in stolen moments. The writing about writing catches what grains of time slip through that thief's hands.