Written late - Monday the 13th

Pleh.

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I FORCED myself to write 2000 words, but it was excruciating. Not only did I totally sleep like a zombie through my morning writing hours, but I had to do some shopping at night, then ate some soup I'd let sit out all day (was supposed to have been my lunch) and watched Battlestar with some friends. Finally made it to the sanctuary of my room where I pounded out yet another sloppy day of junk.

I look back over what I've written (bad bad bad) and am like, this stupid story starts three times, and I'm still doing what I do all the time, which is jump around to scenes I like to write about without any real conscience regard for what that scene has to do with the rest of the story! It's annoying (like the scene I quoted below -- I like it, I had fun writing it, but what does it have to do with the story?) Gah.