3/14: 215 words. In the old days, when the starter on your car wasn’t working (but before it died entirely), you could take a wrench and tap on the side of it a few times and then it would start. That’s what today was like. Just banging on the keyboard a few times before my brain and fingers decided to collaborate. And then I was out of time.
3/15: 547 words. Today was better. The words flowed. I don’t know what the difference was.
I was looking ahead a few chapters this morning and realized I’ve got to change some of the structure and arrangement. It kind of feels like playing Jenga right now. Hopefully, I don’t tump the whole thing over.
(Note: Word processors don’t think tump is a word. Clearly not programed by Southerners).
