Children have a way of smiling, when they do simple things. Like when Liss puts on sunglasses, every time, she smiles—like it’s the most delightful thing that could happen—putting on sunglasses! Getting out of the car at the beach! Opening a car door in a giant parking lot in Santa Monica! Like that’s the most beautiful thing in the world.. And maybe to her it is. Maybe to her the sand, and the sun, is really all there is.
I’m finding that the more I write, the more I write. All week long, I struggled to write more than five hundred words a day. This weekend, I’m sitting down and knocking out 500 words in one brief sitting..I’m beginning to feel that this is really the point of the NaNo project.
Winnie: You realize you’ve got a cop chained to the TV. You realize that. You realize you’ve got..a..infant..sleeping with the maid. If she even is the maid! I got a call from Pila earlier—the office got a call—their shark is missing? Somebody knocked out a window at an office next to Sharks..the trading people? Police … Continue reading Exactly.
and it doesn’t matter. Today, on day 16 of NaNoWriMo, I have a day where I’m not happy with what I wrote. I don’t feel the way I want about it. So what. It doesn’t matter. Is that the point? To make myself feel a certain way every day I do this? No. The point … Continue reading I hate my book today