So when the Hubster came home last night, the cold had moved to his chest. So he sounded like Barry White. Hee Hee. Funny, but now I’ve got Barry White stuck in my head.

I realized the other day that for a writing blog, I don’t really talk much about writing.

Ah well, whataya gonna do?

I think part of the reason is because it’s not going well. Writing lately has been like pulling teeth. I kind of get down on myself thinking that I should be able to average 15 pages/day every day.

And lets just say that lately, I haven’t. I don’t think I’ve written more than 8 pages/day in two weeks. But still I’ve got close to 60 pages of work to show for two weeks. That’s not to shabby.

I think I have to remind myself that some stories are harder to write than others. No matter what.

I’m having trouble with this story because I’m balancing a very fine line, trying to keep it lightish while the hero has bascially had his life ripped apart. I assume you can see my problem.

But, I’m also trying to write a much cleaner first draft.

While in the past I’d have a lot of “INSERT APPROPRIATE WORD HERE” this time I’m trying to actually take the time to think of the word I’m looking for.

Anyway…don’t they say, slow and steady wins the race…baby.

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