Today was another hard day writing. I think I’m beginning to burn out: on this book, on NaNo, and on life in general. But I’m still writing, even if it’s just 300 words at a time. I can do this. I’ll work through it. Really.<\/p>\n
Really.<\/p>\n
Starting Count: 92114
\nEnding Count: 92510
\nNet Gain: +396
\nCurrent NaNo count: 25425
\nCurrent Word YTD count: 25876
\nVal\u2019s Tea Fund: $4 <\/p>\n
Starting line:<\/b>
\n\u201cOld,\u201d he said, not looking up at her. \u201cNot up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ending line:<\/b>
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Alex said. \u201cI really don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Darling:<\/b>
\n\u201cSo what happened? How did we end up here?\u201d Caran reached out, and took his hand. Alex turned to look at her, and to his surprise, there were tears sparkling in her eyes. \u201cHow did it come to pass that our son killed me, and our daughter hates both of us?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today was another hard day writing. I think I’m beginning to burn out: on this book, on NaNo, and on life in general. But I’m still writing, even if it’s just 300 words at a time. I can do this. I’ll work through it. Really. Really. Starting Count: 92114 Ending Count: 92510 Net Gain: +396 …<\/p>\n