Day 11: Toothpicks
April 11, 2001
7:17 a.m.
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1,700 Words:  Spent Monday night in Nashville, and didn't get back in town until about 11:00 last night. This means I had great pain getting my butt out of bed this morning, and that my production dropped off. The good news is that I did think through a lot of the middle of the story. I've figured out a few places where I'll need something more--little vacuums, you know. Hopefully nothing major. My biggest concern right now is that I'm really tired. Business travel is like that because you spend your entire day in a fairly intense state of concentration-unlike a regular day, where meetings break the day and lunch is more low key and all that stuff. Then there's the driving (or the flying, but in this case it was the driving). Five hours of night driving is a shade on the numbing side. I would have slept later this morning, but I didn't want a zero day. In retrospect, this was probably not the wisest choice. I only managed some 500 words, and I was struggling and force-feeding coffee and propping my eyelids up with toothpicks to get them. Oh, well. Tomorrow is another day, eh? Have a good day. See ya.     That's gotta hurt Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"I know some great writers, writers you love who write beautifully and have made a great deal of money, and not one of them sits down routinely feeling wildly enthusiastic and confident. Not one of them writes elegant first drafts. All right, one of them does, but we do not like her very much." Anne Lamott |
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