I wrote 389 terrible, terrible words last night. This was the first thing I’ve written in almost a year.
After a year of not writing, I wrote something. It felt…grinding. Felt painful.
And god were they bad. Very, very, bad words. Even worse when read in sentences.
389 words I didn’t have the day before.
389 words towards an idea.
389 terrible, very bad words towards a novel.
Tonight? I aim for another 350. Just 350.
I’ll let you know if I get there.