Words: kind of lost track, but I think about 1,500. I forgot to mark the starting number and there was some infill.
Music: Silence is the new ritual. Or maybe it was the whirring of the dryer (my office is in the pantry/laundry room). It’s rhythmic and undemanding.
Yeah, seriously, maybe what this means is that ritual isn’t as important as we think. Maybe we’re just fooling ourselves and all we need are the ABCs — (Apply Butt to Chair). I’m not going to put it to the test though. Right now, the words are flowing. I’ll be running straight back to ritual when every word is drawn painfully forth.
But 46,000 words! Slightly more than halfway to The End.