The bad words I'm thinking. I've lost interest in the danged book, so I've got to force myself again to put new words on the page. Last night I woke at 11:00 and 1:00 and 2:00 and finally got up at three and laid on the couch, where I was afraid to go completely asleep for fear I would miss the alarm. I was too tired when I finally did get up to do more than sit and stare for a while, then put some paint on the paint-by-numbers canvas Birdie gave me for Easter.
So, I'm doing too much revising and forgetting, again, my rule to Just Write. Or, as Dory would say, "Just keep writing, writing, writing. Just keep writing..."
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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