7.5 hours left, this time the heart attack is real
i’m at work. everyone keeps asking me if the story is done. the story is not done. it’s not even close. it doesn’t have an ending and i’m mid-way through a rewrite. i think i might throw-up.
Heeey, throwing up won’t solve anything! Give your new hound a hug (were you frightened that you dreamed about me foisting papers on you? I would be…) and remember, the story will struggle against you. Let the story have its way and it will be happy.
Heeey, throwing up won’t solve anything! Give your new hound a hug (were you frightened that you dreamed about me foisting papers on you? I would be…) and remember, the story will struggle against you. Let the story have its way and it will be happy.
Suck
It
Up
And
Write.