So today’s little sprint was incredibly personal.
I wrote down one of my own fantasies that fits in with this particular WiP.
Fantasies are good. I guess. But fantasies are just that. Dreams that aren’t necessarily acted on. And that’s a damn shame, especially since this one is so simple in nature.
I’m starting to like this particular “assignment” less and less, as it digs deeper into my psyche. It’s opening doors best left closed.
But it’s getting words down on paper.
687, in this instance.
I am writing. Too bad it’s also making me feel too much.