Day Twelve - after Sunday's big push I had high hopes for today. Not only did I manage over 2100 words yesterday, I dreamed about my story and got up to scribble down five or six pages of notes. Unfortunately, that is where the magic ended. I finally sat down to write this afternoon and only cranked out 607 words. They are good words! I finished a very scary scene. But once I was done with that I found I couldn't go on. So on the down side, per my Duxbury Wine Scale, I get an empty glass. On the up side, I have notes leading me into two more scenes for tomorrow and I am still ahead for the month to date.
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