WORTH 50,000: DAY TWENTY-SEVEN - Structure and form.

I wrote something last night, guys! It was terrible. I sat down to try and evoke a feeling and not only did I not do that, but I also didn't write the sort of story I meant to write. I wonder how many nights in a row I can do this before I accidentally write something I don't hate. The final sentence for last night was: She hoped the old man had never made it to the window. What a terrible sentence. Blech.

I'm not going to win Nano. I know that. There is no way I'm going to pull off ~6,000 words a day for the next four days. But hey, at least I got something out of it, which is important. It's also why I'm going to continue to write in the hopes that I can carry that over. One step at a time is a thing I should probably just get tattooed to my forehead. But it's all about building a structure. And so is today's picture. What do you do with a place like this?


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