Another day, a few more words. Upstairs in 296 I plugged in my drive and thought man I'm too tired to get any inspriration. But there came the words. Yes, only for about ten minutes, but I'm that much closer to closing out chapter two.
But this morning, lying in bed giving Birdie her morning back rub, it occured to me that there's not even close to enough tension. One of my perennial problems. It's not real life! It has to be overblown and PASSIONATE. Kelsey needs to really freak out, and she's going to manifest that by really, really, reallyreally wanting her cell phone - which is outside the bomb shelter. I'm thinking that's one of those things I'm going to come back to later, on paper while I'm on vacation.
You know, that really helps the whole coming out of the bomb shelter thing...Kelsey runs for the cell, doesn't see Miriam, turns when Opal gasps and freaks when Miriam falls on her grandmother.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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