A bit late posting this blog.
Better late than never, eh?
The charity food raising event for the local food bank seemed to go off without a problem.
Evidently the store will continue collecting goods up until Sunday which makes me happy...more days, more people to entry and hopefully more chances for people to give.
This weekend will either be insanely busy or quiet.
Not a clue which.
I'm starting to feel really worn out...mentally.
We're in the second week of novel writing which is where things get complicated.
The novelty, the exciting bursts of newness are wearing off and I know from personal expreine how hard it can be to put to coherent sentences together.
It's the point I always want to quit.
Run away screaming.
Go do something more productive like burn every scrap of writing I ahve ever produced.
But something that is easy to forget is that story is best developed organically and part of that development comes from conflict...either outside or inside the story.
Our lives do a good job of pointing the way.
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