No writing yesterday on Forgotten yesterday, but I wrote all the emails I needed to (now I just need to actually send them) and wrote the back cover copy for Spells, which I also need to email.  By the time I got home yesterday, my hands hurt so badly that I took some muscle relaxants and watched the Red Sox win their 4th game in a row (yay!) before going to bed.

Today, my hands still hurt, but I’m going to see what I can write.  I’m listening to a podcast now, and then I’ll do my Daily Pages (I need music to write to that) and then work on the plot summary.  Later today, I’ll type up the poetry and stuff for writer’s group tomorrow.

Such is the life of a working writer.  Glamorous, no?