Thursday, July 18, 2002
Yesterday I wrote 1,439 wds. on Chapter Eleven, in only two hours (10 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.) and then, after braving the Birmingham heat for an afternoon matinee (my first time to leave the apartment in six days), came back and spent an hour and a half on "The Drowned Geologist" (10 p.m. — 11:30 p.m.). And I assure you, the very last thing I wanted to be doing at 10 p.m. was more writing. Thanks to the novel, my short story output for this year will be very low, indeed.
It would be nice if there were rain today, but there won't be.
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