Yesterday I had my two thousand words plus change done by 8:30 a.m. (not that breathtaking when you realize that I was at the computer at 5 a.m., but still pretty good.) I’m aiming for the same level of progress today.
The horses came home to roost yesterday, with interesting complications. And today I’m going to be spending my time in prison.
I swear writing is a fun job. Even when it entails being at the desk by 5 a.m..
And … {sigh} … I want to be able to use this compliment in a story somewhere — Your legs are like threads of cotton, though much thicker, and filled with weevils.. Who is this guy, and where did his mind wander to come up with these things? Or even the portions of these things, if they’re randomized from sections.
I’m becoming a Surrealist Compliment Generator addict.
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