Still, that night I dreamed of the sea.
Jan. 3rd, 2007 03:09 amEr...
Add another 1100 words (And Loreena McKennitt's new CD) to that last Progress Note, and basically all new text (at this point, though, i'm following closely on the scenes from the last draft.)
Apparantly, after sitting back a while reading LJs, my stomach muscles (Sore from the shovelling, but exacerbated by the slouching) eased, and I decided I was really itching to write a little more. Just a little. Yeah.
And I made it far enough to add a "mean things" to the entry, too: My main character is trying to decide right now if he's suddenly become psychic with no forewarning, or if he's going mad. And **nobody** will explain to him what's going on.
Add another 1100 words (And Loreena McKennitt's new CD) to that last Progress Note, and basically all new text (at this point, though, i'm following closely on the scenes from the last draft.)
Apparantly, after sitting back a while reading LJs, my stomach muscles (Sore from the shovelling, but exacerbated by the slouching) eased, and I decided I was really itching to write a little more. Just a little. Yeah.
And I made it far enough to add a "mean things" to the entry, too: My main character is trying to decide right now if he's suddenly become psychic with no forewarning, or if he's going mad. And **nobody** will explain to him what's going on.