After seven hours on the road, I managed to throw a grand total of
thirty words at the screen yesterday.
Thirty words.
At this current pace, my two in-progress novels will arrive in digital bookstores
in approximately 2062, just in time for
some posthumous laughs at my ill-attended wake.
On a brighter note, my mind is no longer sludge. There is movement in
the synapses. Sparks have occurred. I will take this as a positive and beam
appropriately.
Perhaps Tuesday I’ll even manage something meaningful to say?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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