August 3rd, 2006


My fingers are unable to fing anymore

I wrote 5600 words tonight, and then I was tired, but then I couldn't sleep, so I got up and wrote 2000 more. Like, just now. What the hell, people. It was mostly talking myself through a plot outline, which takes up a great deal more space than polished narrative, but I feel good about what I came up with. And a little exhausted. But I still don't feel like sleeping.

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