I have slightly more hair than Colin Mochrie here (with apologies for the fact that you can’t really tell because of the awful video quality), but barely any in comparison to my previous flowing locks; there’s 23 inches of my hair neatly folded in a Ziploc bag and sitting on my kitchen table, waiting for me to decide which hair charity I’m mailing it to. Cutting my hair was the reward for writing every day for three months (sans Sundays), and boy did that visit to the hairdresser feel good. I keep dramatically tossing my hair every time I turn my head because it bounces delightfully.
As to practical consequences, I’ll need to update my About Page picture and redistribute it in the necessary places. I meant to do that today but did not, as I was too busy watching movies. You know how it is. Also, I’m not going to give up writing every day now that I’ve established the habit. I will, however, be updating the goal: I’m dropping Fridays and replacing “just write something” each day with “just write one scene.” If that’s too much, I’ll switch it to a word or page count. For all that it was good to write every day no matter how much or how little, I leaned heavy on the side of “little” and don’t have nearly as much to show for it as I was hoping.
Anyways, I’m sure this is all enormously interesting to you. But there you have it anyways. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.