This was a headline in the local paper, The Muskokan.
But I also want it to be the title of my first autobiography.
Pages written today (so far -- yes, touching optimism): 4.5
Pages written yesterday: 4.5
I've gotten over a rather bad "patch" in which I was...very stuck. Stuck as things that is stuck in sticky things. But I--knockity knock on wood!--seem to have gotten through it. I've written through a scene that was giving me some troubles (a dinner party scene -- ugh). I think what I've written may--gosh, what's the technical term?--suck, but right now I just want to get it down. Some of it is obvious placeholders that I plan to go back in and make less terrible at some point in time that is not now.
As a gift from Sara, check this out.