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.
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.