Took a long time to find my angle tonight—and the guy I was going to kill off didn’t die after all. What happened to him is a lot worse, though no one knows it just yet.
And I’ve given myself an excellent jumping-off point for tomorrow’s work.
I quit before I hit 300 tonight—first, I don’t want to move into my next direction, and second, I’m fried.
How are your words coming?