I’m annoyed. And frustrated. And I just want to be working, but I can’t, because it’s bad for my wrist. And if I’d forgotten that, my attempt at working today is bound to remind me.
I’ve been missing my laptop something fierce, so I decided to hop on today and get a little work done. Nothing too dramatic, I didn’t even open Scrivener or give thought to my current fantasy project. I did a few things online, checked the bank accounts, ordered some meds for my dog, and decided to finish up my submission for the Upcoming Writing Contests.
For better or worse, my entry is submitted. No going back now. I have no idea how many entries these contests get, or what kind of chance I have, but if I don’t enter then I’ll never know. If you’re interested, you can check out the websites for the contests below:
My wrist was already angry at me when I got up, for abusing it too much yesterday. I’m sure my computer time this morning won’t help, but at least the submissions are in and I’m not in danger of missing any deadlines. It’ll heal eventually. My down time is just driving me insane.