momebie

I wrote last night! I wrote words! All of them unexpected. And they kept me up much later than I meant to be kept up, but it's okay, because I always feel good about putting down words. I forget that sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy or unsure or frightened, but it's true. I should make myself a sign that says something like "if you're going through hell, just write". How many quotes do you think I can bastardize at once? My last sentence last night was: “Another reason to fight,” Barbara says.

Today's image feels like waiting. Is there something your characters are waiting for?