Day Four

Today was the worst day so far. It was not a successful day; not even close to one. I don't think my brain has hurt so much in a long time. No, it isn't a headache, but an actual full feeling in my brain of this pressure that seems to be stopping all but its life-giving functions. My imagination is still feeding me the story, but my brain has the words on lockdown and absolutely refuses to give them up. I know. I've tried. So I've decided to let it sleep. I was a little ahead and am now a little behind, but I'm not worried about catching up. I figure I'll try to write at least a normal day tomorrow, then hit it hard on Saturday and Sunday. It's only day four, right? I'm not worried yet. Besides, I still wrote at least a little which is what really matters.


Words Today: 369
Total Words: 6433

Yours Truly,
Mrs. C