I wrote 1,012 words on Friday. Actually, I’d already written something like 78 of them, back in June when I had the story idea. Friday morning, though, I sat down and typed until the story (admittedly a short one) was finished. I like it. It is direct, the voice is about what I wanted, and I think it is kind of funny. Maybe I shouldn’t say funny. It is sort of horrible, actually. But aside from needing a little work (what story doesn’t?) it came out about how I wanted it to and Will liked it so I am happy.
The rest of Friday was AWFUL and I blame my story. I had post-writing crash, and I happened to be in Target when it happened so it was really wretched. I don’t know if I want to keep up this writing business if it’s going to ruin my days like that!
But writing hangover aside, it feels pretty good. At least, I am glad to have written.
Now I just have to show it to someone other than my husband. Eek!