My next not-a-book is up to 10K, and has actual plot and character development. Go me! (I did want to have about twice that by now, but life and technology doesn't always play nice.)
I'm up to 21 on Smaugust, I think, and badly need to sit down and have some scanning time. I'm also trying to push forward on the next Alaska coloring book. Locals, you can now find Wildflowers of Alaska at the Creamer's Field visitor center! The Crane Festival is there this weekend, too.
I was getting out of the shower yesterday and heard Guppy come down the stairs.
"I'm drawing numbers!" she told me, a few minutes later.
"On what?" I asked suspiciously.
"Come and see!" she sang to me. (Usually this is the precursor to awful things...)
And I came out to find this:
She had gotten a workbook out of her room and was teaching herself to trace over the numbers. And doing an impressive job of it, I might add. Go, little lefty!
I also had to share this photo, which I texted to my husband and we WTFed together.
That's a grill-cleaning robot. I didn't manage to include the price in the photo, but it was $100. A Roomba, sure, I get it. A mop? Yeah, I'd do that. But a grillbot? WHO BUYS A ROBOT SPECIFICALLY TO CLEAN 3 FEET OF GRILL?? This says nothing flattering about our society. We are ripe for robot rule, clearly.
Alright, I am back to writing story-like things for a bit before bed.