It’s been a cool six months since I did a real one of these. After all my reporting on the last sentences of the day, writing really got away from me as I focused on moving home, and working remotely, and staying as level as I could this year. But as my stress was coming to a peak, I realized I needed to be writing. Yes, it’s an extra thing on top of everything else . . . but it’s damn important to me.
Or maybe this story has just marinated long enough. It’s ready for the Shitty First Draft.
I’ve committed to writing every day again, a lot or a little but every day. It’s worked before. So may I present to you my last sentences written from this past week:
11/16: She’s coming to training this morning.
11/17: She used to wear that stupid fuchsia bandana that I should be able to pick out in any crowd.
11/18: But after Matt, well, I barely finished the race.
11/19: We didn’t used to be, but ever since Matt Mallory joined and placed tenth in state as a freshman the team took off
11/20: Riley squatted down to pick up the pill.
11/21: What is this?
11/22: No one could stop me if I had that.
11/23: I can’t match it.
With Love,
Natalie