writing, day 63, seems like a nowhere land kind of place. getting to day 50 was an accomplishment, day 63 feels grey and ‘going nowhere’. which isn’t true, of course, it’s just grey and i can’t see where i’m going (again). how do i wrap up all of these story points between now and christmas eve? will i continue to be able to do this day after day? yesterday i didn’t write until noon (for the first time, that late) because i slept in until 11 am. and i thought: “yeah, i’m done now. i’m not writing today, I don’t FEEL like it.”
oh yeah, waiting to feel like it. as if that ever worked for anyone ever.
and then i did write, and it was fine (again).
so here i am, day 63, in my jammies (of course). i didn’t go outside yesterday. maybe not today either. maybe i don’t go outside again until the weather is better. i’m drinking my coffee. staring at the screen. can’t tell if the next scene is more with dog boy, with mel, ahead to beet. and what does she do with a bag of mussels, now, out in the world. they need to be refrigerated …
i’ll update this in a bit.