Trying to work on Story-a-Day.
Yesterday after I got home from work, I wrote on notecards one-sentence summaries of each scene in my work-in-progress. I jotted down the date of each, too. I’m following a method a friend of mine directed me to here. It took my entire evening, and I didn’t write anything new yesterday. I hate missing another day, but I am glad to have these cards done. And it was writing…of a sort.
When I was an elementary school girl, I used to wish for different parents. I’d day dream about a car pulling up to the school and two wonderful adults getting out to announce they were my real parents, they’d been searching for me all this time, and now they were going to fix everything!
One time when my mother was angry with me, she said (okay, maybe she shouted) that I couldn’t wait from someone else…
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