Did two twenty minute sprints just before lunch and managed to knock out a couple thousand words (plus the ones in between to connect them). But I'm feeling strangely out of sorts. I don't know what I'm doing and am suffering from the guilt of knowing that I should be doing something else instead.I did take the time to watch the race that stops a nation. I used Write or Die for a while in the afternoon.
And then even though I started to feel ridiculously sleepy at nine o'clock, watched my tv, then wrote for about an hour at 10:40pm. I'm really tired now, sort of headachey and I know I should go to bed but I'm really looking forward to writing my next scene. I can't wait.
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