Word count:  1,023.

Too tired to continue.  I wrote two articles for a guest post gig today, took a hard walk, and looked for jobs on the internet.  Tomorrow I have an interview.

During tonight’s session, I ran into a common conundrum in Writer Land, that of the Mysterious Changing Plot Device.   I had something already written for a pivotal event, but now I have to scrap it.  With the changes I’ve made, it just doesn’t make sense.

Nooooooo!

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I was kind of bummed, but it happens.  I usually keep a file for cuts so I can pick their bones later for useful bits.   There is some good stuff in there I can salvage, so it’s not a total loss.

The good part is that I was able to sit down and force myself to write, even though I’m really tired and I didn’t feel like it.  That’s the mark of a real writer.  I may end up being one yet.

Time to stop now because I can’t see the page anymore.  Good night.