Thursday, August 11, 2011

day 11, 739

This week - for non-writing reasons - has not been good. It happens.

I was really excited about what i was going to write tonight - there was a great start, i really wanted to see where the story went. But I was drained. Tired. Just not up to it. I didn't want to sit down at all, I wanted to curl up and read, or watch something stupid on netflix.

But writers write. That's what you do. You write. There are no mental health days.

And sure, I may have not really written the scene - this should have been another 1k words, at least, but the last 250 was really just a bullet list of the sequence of events more than anything resembling story.

But I wrote.

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