I just spent an hour writing and couldn’t come up with one thousand words. I blame the fact that I went to a very wordy play tonight. I think the playwright used up all the words in the theater and left none for the audience to take home with them.
I’m disappointed to be taking another break, but nothing I wrote is worth reading.
But I’ll be back tomorrow night.
And Monday night I’m going to my first ever Writer’s Workshop. I might come back full of inspiration or with the realization that I was fooling myself to think that I could write a novel. Either way, I’m in this project until the end so I’m sure I’ll write a post about the experience.