Writing Diary 2026 #2 (January 3rd)

 Last night I tried writing a new story's beginning. 500 words in, I'm not sure if it'll go anywhere, but I think I'm a little more interested in the potential here than I was for the first thing I wrote. Of course, that means I'm 500 words behind my goal. That's OK. 

I joined an online writing goal on a site called Trackbear, which allows groups of people to self-report their progress over a period of time and charts it on a big graph. That's fun. Again, we will see if it lasts. 

I also watched the premiere episode of season 18 of RuPaul's Drag Race last night. It was pretty good, I thought. The guest judge was Cardi B, who I found to be quite charming. In any event, that's all I have to say. See, I told you these would be short!  

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