I had a few writing sparks this week. One where I shot up in bed as I was falling asleep and had to write a few paragraphs on my phone to get it down. Again last night while writing with my accountability partner after I looked at my outline and realized I had an outline . . . or at least enough of one that I had a plan I had somewhat forgot about (oops) . . . and got into that elusive writing flow.
We’re moving along.
Here are my last sentences from this past week:
- 12/29: She’s the only one who takes three tries on the lock.
- 12/30: So now I make noise without calling out in case she needs to compose herself.
- 12/31: And you want the job?
- 1/1: He used to stay stuff like that too.
- 1/2: Riley, is that you?
- 1/3: She threw her balled up socks at me.
- 1/4: The only one I’ve seen her hang out with is Derek Wells and he talks enough for three people.
With Love,
Natalie