DecWriMo Day 10 (12/11/19) | Meh.

Maybe it’s the rain sounds I’ve been listening to for an hour or maybe it’s 11 p.m. and I can’t stay up late anymore but I am TIRED. Brain no writey words tonight.

I attempted a bit of writing and got an introductory paragraph started for the new scene I’m on but realized writing is just not going to happen tonight. Do you know what tired writing looks like the morning after??? It’s the literary equivalent of drunk-buying hundreds of live ladybugs on amazon and then stewing in reflection the next day looking at your order history like… “Why did I do this?”

So let’s hope I stay lucid enough to make it through this blog post. Also, I literally just realized how easy it is to put gifs in a blog post and I refuse to go back to all texts posts. What am I, a Millennial SAVAGE?!

Anywhoozles, while my blogging hasn’t been the *most* consistent, I can honestly attest to thinking about Bridie’s story every day. It’s one of the first things I think about in the morning and one of the last things I think about before sleep (junk food and my husband being the more important topics on my mind). In the past 10 days I’ve been able to figure out an entire blood-based economy, the dynamic of some of the relationships, and I even started chipping away at some plot for the sequel. #progress

Y’all are awesome for sticking through the blog post with me because I know it had literally 0 path or point. I don’t know why I’m so tired, but I’m going to continue cuddling my puppy, turn on Disney+ and sleep for a good 8 hours in hopes my brain comes back to writing capabilities tomorrow.

Thanks for reading! Y’all have a wonderful night!

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