So, I finally parked my butt and did some writing last night. I wrote another Muse Dialogue last night, so now I have eight of those. They have been getting a bit short on me lately. I should probably remedy that. But I think it's easier for me to write when I don't really have any set limitations.
I also wrote some more out of the short story I'm working on. I now have twenty-five pages. My aunt agreed to read my manuscript, so I'm trying to have it finished my October 4, our family reunion. I'll also see her tomorrow, so it would be nice if I could get it finished before then, but I'm not counting on it. I just need to remember that this is my first draft and that it doesn't have to be perfect.The perfectionist in me is arguing that last bit every step of the way. I plan on spending today writing. Wish me luck! I'm excited. Are you?
Today's quote: "My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal, that ca be a really long and ignominious death." ~ Lestat, The Tale of the Body Thief, Anne Rice
What I'm Reading: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas, pere
What I'm Watching: Ping-Pong played standing on the table