The light from the moon is noticeably different this morning, much darker out. The moon’s not quite at half, but it’ll be there in a few days. Most writers describe the moon as full, a crescent, or “just a sliver” (an episode of Criminal Minds). Or no moon at all.
A hop on Twitter. Not much going on. So I go to the newsletter. Post the one I wrote yesterday to the sequence and write a second that I’m surprised I didn’t do. Get that one up.
And time for work, so I shut everything down and slide on over to the work computer in the other room.
Lunch I drop in for a few minutes and finally Chapter 8 is done.
Cut off work at the end of the day. Dinner, and then I cycle through the last two chapters. They don’t take as much time. I use Word’s Read Aloud feature starting at the beginning to check for missing articles. It mispronounces pontificating (which, it turns out, was spelled wrong). I wonder how it would do with a word I routinely misspell, tentacles.
Got enough cleaned up, so I’m good to go for the evening.