This week was spent outside, chopping down trees. Mom didn’t like them, they weren’t doing anything. Plus, less trees, less leaves. Raking is so time consuming and boring. Mom and I didn’t want to go through that again.
We should be to play putt-putt tomorrow, along with go-karts, and the batting cage (for the first time). That should be fun.
Work is fine. But writing, I kind of had to stop because I don’t really know what I’m doing with it. I need to plan. This murder mystery thing is harder than I thought.
NaNoWriMo is coming up very soon. I have yet to decide what I’m writing about. I want to start on The Hour, but I will not subject myself to another story that I love so much, being so hard to actually read. That’s why I haven’t edited the first book, Times. It’s too hard for me to read. So, I don’t know what I’m writing yet. I still have a couple months left (one and a something months).
Well, that’s all for now! Talk to you next week.
Good night! Good morning! Good everything!
Unexplored Boundaries 