1,717 words. And I only skipped lunch by an hour! (and a half...)
Ideas are still coming easily. Words are still flowing. I'm still suspicious I'll turn around and find that all the 'easy' words were actually complete crap and they need to be trashed. Still telling myself that even bad words are better than no words. Still not sure exactly what kind of story I'm telling despite knowing the plot.
Still loving being a writer.
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