As I do battle with the city over the river running through my yard...my driveway..my basement... I find I have little urge to write anything except very nasty and vitriolic diatribes about beauracracy.
And I think I used up all my nine point words there.
I did some word spew yesterday (I refuse to call it writing) on project 5. It's not good. It's not even bad. It's horrendous. But I did it with the aim of learning more about what kind of person my main character is, and what kind of world she lives in. A million years down the road, when I get this one going full tilt, I have no idea if the 3300 words I wrote will still be in it. But it's helping me wrap my brain around the idea.
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