Wow. Some days you think you just are not going to make it. It feels like every word of my designated hour was bad this morning. And only 900 words, too. Not sure how to get through this patch to the next bit. You know, where I start writing scenes I actually like again.
Monty, age 12, came in while I was writing. He likes to look over my shoulder and read. Usually he gets so interested he wants to ask questions, and begs to read more. Today he turned over and went back to sleep.
Faith. Gotta have faith faith faith.
It will get better, right?