Day 4: No writing done as I came home completely pooped from work.
Day 5: The weather outside was frightful so I took advantage and wrote about 1,000 words over lunch. I was not overly enthused with the output but this is quantity over quality time so I made temporary peace with my mediocrity.
Day 6: See Day 4. I sat down to write and immediately felt ready to doze off. Was I actually tired or was it the thought of continuing the unexciting scene from the previous day’s work that was yawn-inducing? Note to aspiring writers: don’t end a writing session with something dull like, “Randolph washed the dishes, put them away and went to bed.”
Hopefully Day 7 will see exciting plot twists and hijinks, possibly involving blimps. But probably not.
Not yet, that is.
