This is the first time I've hoped a game would NOT be rained out, but it will be, and I'll be in a pickle. Cause I don't want to play again. My foot isn't going to be ready for a good long time, and I know that if I play before the end of August I'll tear it up again, and those people aren't worth it.
Yesterday, as I said, I got about 700 words done in about a half hour with people having a couple of loud conversations about three feet behind me. I then printed chapter six and took it with me to the hair dresser, where I left a lot of blue felt pen all over it. Then Kim punked out my hair and you know, it looked pretty good.
I forgot that I promised Kate a chapter, so I guess I'll give chapter two a quick pass and send it to her.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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