Not even fifty words, though I sure as hell tried. *sigh* I kind of really hate when I try and try and can’t even come up with fifty words.
well, you know. Except for the 242 words Keen woke me up an hour before my alarm to write. The end of his book. The bad ending I’ve been dreading.
Talk about the makings of a sh**ty day. But I’m hoping now that bit is out of the way (it’s not the worst, but close to it) that I’ll be able to move on. It’s already written. I can write the good stuff leading up to it now.
I hope.