At the beginning of the month, I started at 36,000 words. On January 10th, I decided to participate in Write Despite, a challenge to write at least 20 minutes a day no matter once. I had three days where I didn't write, but basically I've stayed the course. It feels good and unforced. When I woke up this morning, I couldn't wait to sit down to write more.
...Until I remembered I'm at that chapter, the one that puts the dark in my dark novel.
I'm not sure I'm up for it today. There have been lots of tears this week. The little girl that died during the 86 car pile-up in Cincinnati is in my son's grade at his school. My son said his teacher cried all morning at school yesterday, which made me cry again. This is the fourth child my daughter has known in the last two years that's died.
Not to give away my story, but I can't kill a child today.
Instead, I'm going to focus on editing the beginning.
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Although I'm very chatty with the posts this week, I'm behind on reading other blog posts. It's either sleep or read - and I was sleepy.