I haven't written a word since last Thursday, when I jotted down four hundred easy words. It's so damned easy when I get to it, but I don't get to it - for no good reason.
Last week I wrote more on Kelsey arguing with her grandma about getting the cell phone. Today I thought more about the scuba shop scene and realized I have it wrong. The stranger should come in and ask for a respirator, the cars begin to crash outside, the clerk says "Whoa, dude!" and goes to check it out, so the guy reaches under the counter and grabs one. Then he sees Parker's desperation and gets another. That's better thrill.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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