I have no idea what to talk about today. I’ve really got to start jotting down blog post ideas throughout the day (or take an afternoon to sit down, write down a batch of ideas onto separate post-it notes, fold them in half, and then mix them into a hat like I’m prepping next year’s Christmas gift exchange) if I’m going to keep this up, or every single one of my blog posts for the next three months is going to start with “I have no idea what to talk about” before it inevitably devolves into something random; like using my relative’s names for my own nefarious purposes or repurposing my hats to sort and store my ideas, rather than wearing them on my head.
Also, why did I start this blog post with my father’s brother’s nephew’s cousins’ former roommate’s quote?
I have no idea.
Word Count Report: Added two exchanges of dialogue to a story about another sad orphan and then went into the hole for my word count after massive cuts to Pine&Meyer chapter 6. Which, appropriately, begins with the line: “Sunday crawled, and by 10 o’clock that evening Jon had written nothing.”
(Officially negative 1,600 words, give or take a handful, but it still counts I tell you because I’m closer to completing chapter 6 than I was before I started deleting. Oh, and I added scene progression notes.)
(Also, I’m tired and going to bed.)