Daily Wordcount: 2667 words
End of Week Wordcount: 16,011 words
Phew! I’ve decided I’m aiming for approximately 60K, so I’m a little under a third done.
However, I’m feeling guilty. It has been beautiful outside the last few days – finally reaching into the mid-20s (that’s mid 70’s for your Fahrenheit-speaking folks.) There are hints of green on my lilac bushes, and the grass on the back lawn needs cutting. I should be out there turning over my garden, spreading mulch, spreading seed on the bare spots of my lawn, especially where we had a birch tree cut down last year.
The neighbors are out there working. Then again, he’s ALWAYS out there working. He’s one of those ‘putterers’ that Gizmo Guy despises because he’s always got a project on the go and Gizmo Guy thinks he makes all the non-puttering guys (like GG) look bad. From the looks of the junk he’s put out at the side of the road, he’s just redone his main bathroom – new tub, new cabinets, the whole works. He’s out there today laying a new interlocking brick patio (second time in the six years we’ve lived here.) And he has gardens, front and back, to die for. Makes our poor patch of half-green/half-brown lawn look pathetic.
So yes, I should be outside ‘keeping up with the putterers’. But I’m not. Instead I’m sitting inside in my cave of an office writing.
I guess it’s productive.
I just hope I have something to show for it at year’s end the way Mr. Putterer will.