The bruise on my leg is progressing nicely, now extending farther up than I am willing to share in pictures with the general public, or even specific public, especially since it now wraps from the front of the thigh near the hip joint, winds around and down the inner thigh all the way back, and continues down to the calf. Much darker as well. My guess is that multiple muscles were involved/injured.
I was walking a bit better this morning, but by mid-day I could only stand for a few minutes at a time.
Chapters 9 & 10 will go live tomorrow morning in a password-protected post.
Here’s my progress so far:
I wrote 3,209 words this evening in roughly three and a half hours, for a total of 16,464 words (per Scrivener).
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One other thing.
Last year I did a precis . . . I know some people like the precis. I did it last year because I stopped writing for a few months, and then I was not writing regularly.
This puppy is going to be finished before the end of the month. I won’t have time to write a precis, and the timeframe is short enough to perhaps make its absence irrelevant. If not . . . sorry.
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