On the writing front, I finished the novel crit that occupied me the past two days and then spent some time this afternoon/evening writing on my WIP.
Daily count: 1465
Word's stupid suggestion of the day: But Bria had inkling...
And now I must bid you all bonne nuit as I stumble to my bed. Tomorrow is last day of my *weekend* so I had better make it a
*Wanders off mumbling, "Yes, I think tomorrow will be an ugly day."*
Ugly day, for the uninitiated, is when Miquela pretends that she is not at home. (Yes, I'm aware that my Clio is parked right in front of my house, a dead giveaway that I haven't left town--unless of course, I left with someone else or took the shuttle to the train station. A-ha! Take that, Little Miss Slueth!) She doesn't open the shutters, and she doesn't feel compelled to answer the doorbell or phone, or make herself presentable to the outside world in any shape, form, or fashion.