I have spent the last 2.5 hours working on a rough draft of my latest missing person case. I have about 1200 words so far and am still adding stuff. I will add the stuff I want to add, edit it back and sent it off to my editor for his feedback. This is a fairly big story in its scope and I want to do a good job of it.
I have every intention of finishing it this week, which is to say my editor gets to go play with it for publication in an upcoming Frank, freeing me to begin working on yet another true crime story. Then, by next week, I will have to start writing my next radio column. There is always something, eh?
I had a headache this morning at 2, so I took one of my headache pills. Then, around 3 this afternoon, I came down with another one. This frequency of headaches very seldom happens. If it continues, I will start to worry. Maybe I am just working too hard.
Me? Working too hard!
Me. Working too hard. That's a joke. I got a million of them.
I got up some 17 hours ago. I think I will turn in. Another long day awaits.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.