Good for me.
Was tough today. Getting back to writing has been a lifesaver but a writers job is to fool others, not themselves.
So...every now and again the stuff I'm running from pops up.
It's amazing how ripe and taunt the feelings are when they do.
You can taste them
and the taste is like fresh blood.
Your blood.
It feels like you've made no real progress at all but of course you have.
You are now able to see it from a distance, like watching a dull movie.
Just some days (smile)
The story is still moving along nicely. About 1000 words a day or so.
Hey! It takes time to aquire the discipline!
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