The Writing Day
Here I sit, in front of le computer, trying to make myself work on the short fiction I need to turn in to a professor tomorrow. Granted, I have been, slowly, working on the fiction when free moments present themselves in and between classes and in and between calls at work. So, I am a little slow in the process, but not so slow that I haven't built (well, rebuilt) the foundation of the first story and started thinking about the elements for the second story I intend to write. Sooner or later, in all it's static HTML glory, you will be able to see some of those stories at Cassandra West.
I will admit, though, that waking up was pretty difficult. I don't know what the problem was, all night, merely that I kept waking up and shifting, going back to sleep, and then waking up again. I was up before Erin. Went back to sleep. Barely remember her leaving. And then kept waking up and feeling like I should be getting up and, truthfully, falling back in to bed sleeping. At 11 a.m. I woke up and pushed myself out of bed and in to the day.
Then I showered. Went to Harmon's, spent money on a load of drinks to replenish the refrigerator.
I have been, slowly, working on writing. It's just proving to be something that I didn't realize would be an issue (to me) from when school started.
Anyway, progress is progress. About 200 words today. Hemingway wrote about 500. Flemming 2000 a day. My goal is more Flemming than Hemingway... just need to get back in the groove.
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