Yesterday a neighbor decided to burn masses plastic in his garden. This, as you can imagine, worsened my breathing. Even with the windows closed the acrid air seeped in through the walls. I can still taste it in the back of my throat. I am now taking a course of steroids. I hate the way they make me feel, woozy and manic all at once. Hopefully just the one course will clear it up and I will be feeling better in a weeks time.
My writing this morning consisted of mushing two scenes together. I want to Start in the centre of the action and not a laborious step by step climb up to the action. However, trying to concentrate is like….well it’s like trying to think of a simile when your brain is sludge. Frustration can often get the better of me. The main reason I write this blog is to acknowledge the writing I am able to do. No matter if its a thousand words or ten.
Today I revised 294 Words
Today I wrote 190 Words