I wrote almost the entire scene where Grandma Opal gets it, while eating lunch alone at the IMU. I've already got it mostly typed up, and I'll be sure to print it before I leave today. My writing muscle is getting stronger all the time. Proof of this is being able to write even when I really don't feel up to it physically. Today I'm tired and dizzy from spring allergies (which I didn't use to have, thank you very much fucking IU), but I perservered. Been working on my outline, too, putting the bullets into even better order, and separating the chapters.
This is, like, fun!
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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