It is a magical, mystical day here in 6B. It’s my sister’s birthday, for one thing. She’s nineteen, but surprisingly not much of a hooligan. There’s always time for that, though.
But the legend continues even further because, my friends, I am hard at work on my story. It’s the same idea I raved about last week, and it’s taken off just as I hoped it would. I’ve written a page and a half today, and rewrote the entire beginning (two pages) last night. Doesn’t sound like much, I know, but trust me when I say these are monumental accomplishments. I think I’ve finally resigned myself to the fact that I can (and must) sit down for a time every day and force myself to write. Once I get going, the writing is as fun as it ever was. Do I ever love to write. It’s the sitting down to do so that is difficult.
Later there’s homemade potato soup (everybody pray) and Play In A Day (not participating; just watching this year).
Enjoy your Saturday. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.