Saturday, June 15, 2002
Today was the worst sort of writing day. The sort of day where every thought seems trapped in a fugue, where every word is a fight I have to win. I began at 11 a.m. and worked until about 5 p.m. and managed 1,042 wds. But it felt like twice that much work.
There was nice rain this morning and the rest of the day was cool. There won't be many more days like that in Birmingham until autumn.
1:15 AM
