Some days, more writing than others. The outline is still broken, but I can see some of the pieces that have to be shifted and others to add. So there’s hope.
And I had a flash of inspiration last night about the novella I want to write, so that’s good.
And there are flowers, some of which survived the snow better than others. My poor, crushed daffodils.
Words written today: 1,766
Words written this month: 16,460
Words written 2017: 73,087
Average words/day 2017: 914
Books completed 2017: 1
Pages read: 0
Books read 2017: 5
Exercise reps: 0