This weekend started out normally, but on Saturday night I was suddenly no longer in control of my nose. It had developed a demonic personality, streaming despite the large amounts of allergy medicine I had taken.
Since we are still (still) in the middle of a global pandemic that starts off masquerading as a cold, this effectively trapped me at home, waiting to see if things would improve or get worse.
I did get a lot of writing done, I crossed the 69,000 word mark. I do think I may have rocketed through a few things, though, that will have to be refactored later. Since it’s my first book, I don’t yet have an editing process. . . guess that comes next.