If I could bang my head against the wall or desk and tell it to surrender its words to me or else it will know my wrath, I would.
But I have learned to talk to my self with sweet and gentle words. So today, I begged my brain for more words because I had a goal in mind.
Did I reach that goal?
Is our democracy doing well? If you can answer that question, you already know the answer.
So what did I do today?
My goal today was to make it to 5,000 words. I failed, but not by too much. I was able to write about 1,500 words, I needed about 800 more to reach that goal.
It feels like a fundamental part of writing is taking a break and then coming back with new ideas of how to tackle a problem.
I did not take a proper break, when it was time to go for my daily walk; it rained. For two hours, I was mystified by the idea of how to express emotional interest without it moving too fast or too slow for my preferences.
I also ate two dinners today, so yay me.
Word count: 4,211
See you tomorrow, friends.
Jona Nightingale 