I like science. I love math. I love them because they make sense.

But then you throw in writing and the math starts obeying other laws. Laws that don’t make sense.

Today, I hoped to finish my book.

So I opened what I believed would be the last chapter and started on an empty page. I dictated 3 pages while walking the dog, then another 5 pages before returning to bed for a nap.

After breakfast, I dictated the rest of the chapter. Another 8 pages.

After lunch I started to work translating whatever language I speak into English. An hour later, I had 3 revised pages and 17 pages total. After two hours, I had revised 7 pages with 18 total.

Hmm.

By the time I was done for the day, I had written 12 pages and had a total of 20.

In the end, I decided those last 8 pages would be better in their own chapter.

So, for all those who love math word problems. In the beginning there was one chapter with 16 pages which equaled 2 chapter and twenty pages (with more to pages to be written from those original 8 pages).

I think the connection between the beginning and the end counts is my sanity.:D

I hope to finish the book tomorrow.

Until next time.