pushing through
A writer is a person who writes. Yes. Yes? It’s been a hard week. Dan took the bar and our place was too dirty for me to concentrate in and now it’s better but SO SO hot. And yesterday I had a splitting headache all day, and before I realized it I hadn’t written for a week. So Dan kicked me out of the house again and I came to school, still with a slight headache, and opened my poor neglected file. When I saw it, I felt like I was seeing someone I had missed.
Before I knew it I’d written four new pages and was heading toward the end of the first chapter. I’m going to call it quits before the headache gets worse, but man, I’m happy. ONE page in the next 10 days and I’m on schedule.
I’m also realizing that I like a character I’m about to do something sad to much more than I thought I would. Should be interesting…