Yesterday I wrote five hundred of the hardest working words I've ever strung together. I left a document open in the background and dropped in a line or two whenever I was waiting on a remote database. I added more at lunch, made some important decisions while sitting in a training session that turned out to be mostly review, and stayed a little late to finish and clean it up.
It's not quite as brilliant this morning as I thought it was yesterday, but it's still a good story. Even at that length, it's only superficially simple. Some of the language hits directly at the reflexes. Backstory is hinted at but left largely to the reader. There is conflict without a villain. I'm a happy writer.
Then I got to lie on the floor upstairs with Ben and watch the lunar eclipse. How does it get better than this?
February 21, 2008
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