[Whiskey Tango Foxtrot] is coming along. Just over 65,000 words now and hopefully another two chapters by this evening. Fingers crossed.
I'm focusing on [WTF] as much as possible.
There are other things going on here that are not that much fun. Like a teen with CFS/ME. It's horrible for her and a tricky balancing act for me - which I feel like I'm failing at. I have no idea how the morning will go so I don't know where I'll be by 10am.

Hoping I'm teaching Crime Writing via CEC starting this Saturday - I'll find out today I imagine. Fingers crossed for that too. Much easier to manage a Saturday morning than all week and a Saturday morning.

Must remember not to use my messenger bag again. It's the cause of left-side lower back pain. It's so handy but clearly heavy and throws my posture out. A smart move would be to leave it at home and use another bag or two bags. It'll probably be two. It's a bit warm at this time of year for a backpack.

Excerpt [Whiskey Tango Foxtrot] from a Cousin Donald chapter:
"Probably shouldn’t laugh, what with the dead in the house. If they were dead. Oh. My. God. The dead!
Liam stopped me from moving by putting his hand up in my path. “Donald, what’s going on?”“They’re all dead. We didn’t do it. The kid is trapped in the car. My dog needs a wee.” I sidestepped Liam and took off across the street like my arse was on fire. Charged inside the front door and slammed it shut behind me. My legs refused to hold me and I collapsed on the bottom stair." 

That's it from me this morning.
Have a great week.
And thank you for your support.