Woke up early, head full of memories of the dreams I’d had all night. It took me a good 15 minutes to shake those dreams out of my head to focus on the writing I needed to get done today. The writing today was hard and forced and, I don’t know, staccato-y? But I kept at it and hit my goal. I liked where it went, but the words were not so good and I couldn’t get a flow. sometimes it’s like that. I stopped after hitting my goal and proceeded to get ready for work. Mid-shampoo my brain finally received a little flash of goodness. A voice that sounded right, finally. Here is one sentence from that little bit:
Some folks won’t ever do it, they won’t ever know they could need you like that.
1800+ words down, 48,000+ to go
