Thats was cool. Yesterday I finally calmed down enough from actually working most of the day, AND THERE WAS NO ONE HERE. So, I started typing on chapter six, which I've been stuck on. I was determined that I was going to write, "Even if it's only a few words, even if it's crap."
Whaddaya know, I did about 400 words in about ten minutes. Then Dr. Frey stopped by my desk to talk about Harry Potter for a few minutes, and then it was time to go.
Time to go to my last softball game. I love walking onto an infield. I love pitching the ball and seeing it land in the strike zone. I love grabbing a ground ball and making it look easy. I especially love when I get to do something really fun, like outrun a batter to first and take a throw from the 1stbaseman. Don't love running bases, I've never been a runner and I'm not going to miss that one little bit.
I'm still grieving - softball is a major part of my life.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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