I’ve written eight pages within the last twenty-four hours, which makes me feel absolutely great. I know it’s not 30 or some extraordinary number, but for me…I feel happy. With my long dry streak of non-writing/as little writing as could be done, I finally feel like I have a better grasp on things. My characters are communicating well, albeit being rather goofy at moments, but I can’t blame them. If I were just getting attention again in a long timespan without, I’d be goofy, too. Plus, they are getting some pertinent scenes added to the beginning where they could be more care-free and less dragged down by the world.
Time for bed. Adios!