I had a writing date tonight for the first time in a few weeks with my accountability partner! I didn’t get very far just messing around with a half-finished scene, but either my main character is much sassier than I remember or I’ve been reading too much Percy Jackson. Still, it was fun to vent a bit through a scene that probably should not exist in the long run. I have made my little runner a bit too full of rage. Or maybe I should lean into it? We need more angry and wild woman characters who are still loved and valid after all. Food for thought.
Anyway, here are my last sentences written from this past week:
- 2/25: What I planned to say took ahead of mental composing as I tried to sleep last night, so why does it all fall out of my head now that’s she’s waiting on me?
- 2/26: You didn’t tell me that.
- 2/26: I knew I was acting insane, but I couldn’t stop.
- 2/27: If every run felt like this, I’d never slow down.
- 2/28: More like an ocean.
- 3/1: Barefoot?
- 3/2: My feelings about Culver’s are not as straightforward.
With Love,
Natalie