Five and a half handwritten pages. My brain was with me. Life is good.
Except, you know–supposed to be more than halfway through the second manuscript by now…
I will not give up! I will go down in very pretty flames, but I will not give up!
Charge! (right after I sleep.)
(Also, I had the fleeting thought today that I should just drop the manuscript down the well and rewrite the whole thing in my trusty notebook. Someone tell me what a bad idea that is.)
(Please…?)
Also also, the friend working on my car found the desperate remains of a very fried mouse or possibly packrat clinging to wires in my engine. Blech!
Let’s hope a decent burial lets him rest in peace, and my car run a wee bit better, shall we?
Put down the notebook and back away from the well! The new book would be awesome, but it would be a different book. Finish this one. When you’re done with the DSED, you can write another Ben book if you want. *hug*
Eep! at the mouse.
*puts down notebook, backs away from well and pouts*
*runs away with an extra copy of the novel, just in case*
Fffff. You can have it.