Getting rid of toxins in the system really sucks. It's getting easier by the day, but I still really WANT a drink. No, I haven't gone cold turkey, but darned close. Considering how much I was downing before, I may as well have done it. Much as I love the drink, the biggest problem is how to break such a long-term habit, and we all know how much me loves me habits.
Now, how to get other habits, like WRITING. I got some work done yesterday while at work, but then the freakin evaluations were returned and Donna and I busted ass getting them distributed.
Parker is a little meaner than I've been writing him, and Kelsey is crazier than I've been writing her. Losing her grandmother like that has put her off her rocker, and Parker has her half convinced that she's going to die soon.
Again, with the I-don't-do-passion-well thing. I have to CONTINUALLY remind myself to NOT make the characters so fucking logical and agreeable. Hmph. ;-)
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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