Fast Draft Day 4

Standing room only on Max into work

Lunch @ 3:00

No breaks

Standing on Max on way home

Beer.  Bed.  Literature can wait until tomorrow.


EDIT:  9:20 — sat down at the behest of Shannon, who declared that ten minutes would be a good thing.  I killed a couple of hundred words I’d written yesterday (including notes for rewriting the entire scene) and wrote –whoosh-– many more than that.  12 minutes.

Smart wife.  I don’t feel like the day beat me, now.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry