It was a lovely turn of the season, warm with flower buds poking up through the melting snow. I didn’t get a picture of the crocuses, which were visible once more by the end of the day, having survived the snow that was dumped atop them.
On the personal side, the day was rather more problematic with my realization that my current outline is broken, my next barely a thought, and my schedule for the year rapidly sublimating (turning from something solid to pure vapor with no steps in between). And I’ve taken on some responsibilities I have no training for, and every time I ask for clarity or advice, I keep wondering if this is the time that, in addition to rolling their eyes behind my back (yes, it’s mixed metaphors. Deal with it!), they’re going to throw up their hands at my ineptitude and tell me I should step down, step back, step away, and otherwise get lost because they have other things to do besides hold my hand as I figure things out. It doesn’t help that, as far as I can tell, no one else who has ever done this had to stop and ask about procedures or what decisions need to be run past others or pretty much anything. Is it still Impostor Syndrome if I’m not even pretending I know what I’m doing?
Angst aside, I did get a good start on some freelance work, plus wrote some. So I’ll call it good enough for now.
Words written today: 500
Words written this month: 14,694
Words written 2017: 71,321
Average words/day 2017: 903
Books completed 2017: 1
Pages read: 0
Books read 2017: 5
Exercise reps: 0