Writing was easier--and faster--before I knew what I was doing.
You know, I had the cosmology for this story worked out, and it's taking so long to write that I've forgotten what it was. Maybe I'll go take a shower and see if it soaks into my brain.
Ah, well. At least I got my check deposited and the grocery shopping done.
"The Tindalosi Donna Tartt New Yorker Story"
New Words: 380
Total Words: 1,572
Reason for stopping: Stuck. Also, must get boy.
Mammalian Assistance: dogpoking. Also, a few monkeycuddles from Marlowe.
Stimulants: Lemon Zinger, Fresca
Exercise: walked 3.7 miles yesterday; plans for walking, weights & yoga today
Tyop du jour: followed the left of her chin
Darling du jour: the light shone through its tangled form
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Michael Binyon, Life in Russia;
Other writing-related work: none