the weasel shuffle

Total word count for today 1120...that's including the earlier post.
Another couple of hops, and maybe a skip. This could be a dance soon.
I don't usually write in the evenings, with all the noise in the
house, but tonight I've managed nearly 600 words.
Might treat myself by having a half hour reading my new book,  'The Ground is Burning' by Samuel Black.
It has nothing to do with weasels :0)

weasel flies again

not so much 'flies' - maybe 'hops' or 'leaps' would suffice. Today's word count is a tiny 547 words, but I've eaten a lot of yummy things. What's the correlation here, you ask? I think it has something to do with procrastination, and not being able to type while I have something in my hands. I can remember eating large amounts, years and years ago, when I was supposed to be studying. Is it just me, or is the act of chewing, chewing, chewing a comfort thing?

the weasel has (crash) landed

Crashed and burned as well, with only the feral amount of 549 words being put down on paper (?). Okay, I know that's bad, but at least I'm 549 words ahead of where I was this time yesterday. Trying to make myself feel a little better about things, I'll add at this point that I've written about 800 words that i haven't posted to the blog.
Place to be: at the computer.
Places not to be: in front of tv, doing housework, cooking tea, working (bugger, forgot there are bills to pay)
My new mantra must become: writewritewritewritewritewritewritewrite...sounds like a one-legged army marching :0)