It might take ten years to write this slim volume, but I am going to finish this damned thing if it kills me. It bugs the CRAP out of me to be going this slow.
I didn't get any writing done this weekend, but I ironed ten thousand shirts and got to watch an actual Colts game on something bigger than a four inch black and white screen. AND I had beer.
[later]
A good afternoon! I put about 920 words on the page and finished chapter seven.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Beer good.
Ironing shirts (shakes head) I just don't get. I love Rayon and linen -- one never really wrinkles and the other is supposed to do so.
But writing --- good! I am about a page before the end of another chapter. Maybe I can get to it tonight.
Yeah, but you look GOOD in that. I'm a little too butch. :-)
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