I believe this may be the tree that cast yesterday’s shadow, but if it is not, it is that tree’s neighbor. I like photos like this, of branches and leaves and skies, and photos of shoes and pavement and the ground. I’m sure that says something about me, but I don’t know what it might be.
In this case, they’re worth the paper they’re written on.
That would be nothing, if it’s not clear.
I wasted away another evening watching Minecraft instead of writing. Actually, I did get something of value done. A relocated NaNoWriMo participant was looking for input on last year’s novel, so I started reading. I only made it a few pages in, though I spent what felt like a couple hours on it. That’s the way it goes for me.
24 fiction words, 195 total words
Those were token words, I think. Even the blog words were weak yesterday.
It feels so good to write in large chunks. Things are so cohesive. They fit together so much better. I’m glad I recognize that because I don’t want to fear writing in large batches of 1,000+ words. In fact, I long to see how stringing together those batches in groups of three or four will feel.
There will be a day, in a few weeks, when I will have that time. I will remove myself from my usual writing location and settle down at a desk. Perhaps outside for a bit. Take a timer, make a schedule, and write. Then go for a walk, get a drink, use the restroom, and try it again.
It’s going to be lovely.