Oh my.
I was scared going in because I knew that I haven't exactly written flawless prose and there's a lot that's going to make the perfectionist part of my brain want to run to the nearest toilet bowl and throw up repeatedly.
But I survived. And the good news is that it's not bad. I didn't immediately want to watch re-runs of Gilmore Girls and eat nachos.
Oh, but there's so much work to do still. I'm only just getting into the meat of the story. I think I have a somewhat vague idea now, a better one than I did before, of what exactly I'd like this story to be. I'm cutting out the travel that I mentioned earlier. Me thinks that's a whole other book, so I'm not going to get into that.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Maybe I should start sharing a little bit of the story here as well. Not details, but maybe names of characters or small things like that, which might make this rambling journal a little bit more interesting.
We'll see.
I can't say I have renewed passion for this work again. But I'm still excited about it. Enough to continue down this path and keep going on those 800 words.
They're just coming a little slower today.
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