I’ve been making my word goals every week, despite all the myriad obstacles real life has devised to throw at me. So what finally ends up as the one I can’t surmount?
A con. OSFest, to be precise.
Still, I managed to put in 3200 words. Magic Meter stands here:
Irony. It’s good for your blood.
OSFest was a great time, BTW.
Don’t have time to blog about it now, as I’m at the hospital with my niece, who is busy trying to deliver a new baby. Gotta bail.