I'm doing the whole time-travel thing, in order to keep us going. Seeing as I didn't get home until one o'clock this morning, there was no way I could have done it yesterday--we were travelling home from The Lakes and I was asleep for almost all of the journey. Coniston Adventure has completely worn me out.
So, Diary, what would you like to know? Would you like to hear about my week long outdoor activity camp, where I was the least fit person despite my dancing, and found it a nightmare getting up hills, especially with the yellow lump on my big toe that I suspect to be an ingrowing toenail? Or how about the hundreds of notifications that awaited me when I got home?
Oh, no, I don't suppose you'd be interested in that. Perhaps you'd care more about the fact that when we climbed The Old Man Of Coniston my notebook got so wet that all the ink washed off the page (losing two journal entries and a chapter for The Wrong Era) and my phone will no longer turn on?
Hmm, I don't really know what to tell you. But boy, am I glad to see Protagonize again. I daresay I'm very behind with everything.
I'll leave you to think about that for a while, but first there is one more fact I must share. Estimating the length of every one of my pages to be about 350 words (obviously, my poems are shorter and many of my solo stories have far longer chapters) I decided to guesstimate how many words I had written altogether on Protagonize. 1300 multiplied by 350 comes to 455000 words -- that's several novels. I guess maybe I spend too much time on here. Or maybe I just write too much, full stop.
And on that bombshell, goodnight!