Too much awkward lifting of very heavy objects on Sunday and now my back is fucked up. Been a long time since my back has been this on edge and just downright painful. I was digging up the garbage dump Sunday and picking up the glass filled bags in the worst possible way and now I can barely move. Thanks, little brother.
Got some writing done yesterday upstairs. Made some notes on the restructuring of the chapters, but didn't waste time on moving text. I'm getting near the end of the chapter where Parker lives through the gas and learns about the zombies the hard way. Both he and Kelsey are going to barely live through the first uprising of the zombies, being too near for comfort to some pretty gruesome carnage.
Man, this is slow going, but I AM moving forward on it.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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