Writing start: 11:02 A.M.
Finish: 3:43 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1100
Edited (est.): 11800
1. Failure: Read-through
2. Book Three Melody: Read-through
3. Love Story: 600 new words
Notes: Done! It took four months, but I finished it!
4. Ant story: 500 new words
Notes: Done as well!
5. Fractalverse: Off
6. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Second secondary edit of the chapter five
7. Dread Pirate Roberts: Read-through
8. Firefly: Off
Special: None today
Extra notes: We are taking our little dork to the vet tomorrow for her first check-up. Her first check-up with us, that is.
She has been abandoned at least four times in her life. She's not even, at our best guess, four years old. We personally witnessed the last time she was abandoned, which happened a year ago. A nasty woman who lived near us packed up her fifth-wheel and just drove off, leaving the cat behind. To say it was heartbreaking watching that little black ball sit at the very place where the stairs leading up into the rig were and meowing sadly is a gross understatement.
We decided to adopt her. The rest of the park, save our immediate neighbors, didn't give a shit what happened to her, including the owners, who wouldn't give a shit about such things, as they routinely abused and destroyed helpless animals. We decided to adopt her, even though I swore as a young man I'd never, ever own a cat, having been raised with more than twenty of them; and even though it would be a significant expense to our already heavily budgeted lives.
It took a long time for her to trust us. But soon enough, maybe two months, she was eating just inside the door. Another couple months and she spent her first night with us. She remained an "outdoor kitty" while we were at our old place. Once here, in this new spot, we decided she would no longer be allowed outside for any reason save trips to the vet and the like. She protested for a good two weeks, and then quietened down. Now she's very happy, and so are we.
The lesson, once again painfully learned, is this: most people are slime. My daily task, more important than writing ever could be, is to relearn that lesson and work diligently and faithfully to not be like them. Ever.