While driving to work this morning we passed a beautiful field of trees shrouded in dense fog caressing the lower trunks. Made me think of a story, a fantasy story no less, called Sea of Mist.
I don't know if I'll get any writing done today. My brain is total mush. Not even close to enough sleep lately, took an Advil PM last night, and allergies on top of that. I'm actually kinda suffering right now at my desk, I'm so tired.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Hang in there; drink more caffeine! Nothing like lack of sleep to suck the life out of you. But even a sentence -- and you can say you wrote something today...
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