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November 06, 2006
8744 Words
This time last year? 15,708.
I haaaaaaaaaaate my plot. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it.
It's like pulling teeth. Maybe partly because I really don't want to spend all of my time in the dark places it seems to want to go. Also because I would really like a day off from not thinking at all, or a day to do nothing but write and not have to think about everything else, and that's just not possible right now. In two weeks, yes. Right now? No.
(hate it)
I had such high hopes for this evening. I would come home, eat, bang out 2500 words and then get some other stuff done. In reality? Not so much. It all seems trite and silly and shite-ridden, and to top it all, the goddamn cat keeps shoving her nose into my left hand for attention.
Go.
Away.
And take this ghastly plot with you.
Posted by sally at November 6, 2006 09:20 PM
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