Grinding meat is no fun

Yesterday, I wasted all my energy grinding meat for meat balls. This is the first and last time I will admit that it might have been a mistake to buy the little grinder. And that’s enough of that, thank you very much.

Today, I want to get through 6 Pomodoros. And since I generally clear about 1k per Pomodoro, that equals about 6k and hopefully one chapter. I can’t rely on my word count anymore, because I overwrite and this is not something I accounted for in my initial estimate. I’m over 50k right now, and should be halfway through the book, but I’m barely at Chapter 7, when there should be over 20.

So…shit.

Anyways, I can’t afford to blather on anymore. I’m going to do two Pomodoros and then take a break, 15-20 minutes long and get three hours down on Dark Moon Rising before falling into bed.

I guess it’s a good thing Cindy and Daisy’s classes will be ending tomorrow. For some reason, I’m totally sapped by the end of their class. Must be the fact that I have to be around the siblings for almost two hours and I gain energy from being alone, not being around other people.

So starting next week, I’ll only have that one class and then I might not have any classes in August. I really hope David gets that job in Fuyang because, quite frankly, I would LOVE to be able to get back to writing all day, now that I’m finally starting to get used to being in China…after two years, haaaa.