And… at 55,000 words


at 55,000 words. Sometimes the words just pour out of me. Sometimes I poke at it, and struggle to get 1,700 words.

Sometimes I think about pizza, and for some reason Scrivener is just sitting there looking at me, hoping for input, while i’m hoping for extra pepperonis.

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