I made a deal with myself today: eight scenes or death. Well…I died. Zero scenes, in fact. I got derailed early and never recovered. Sigh. Not tomorrow, however. Tomorrow…it’s eight scenes. I will live!
Close with this outline. Need to push, and finding that hard. But again…it’s because I’m breaking a pattern. It’s extra hard. Makes me feel better to remember that. Just. Keep. Pushing.
The good news: the outline is good. Like, for real. It’s gooood. I can’t wait to write it. Still some stuff to figure out for sure, but the stuff I have figured out is fire.
Night night.