Thank the gods that whatever tedious mental crap was keeping me from writing has withdrawn itself. This morning, I wrote a story I love for October.
This evening, I finished this weird first/eighth draft of the Sue Allen project. Yes, I motherfucking finished it. And the ending still makes me cry.
I’m feeling pretty good about revising, too, because the draft feels pretty solid. I don’t know. It’s just nice to feel good about the work again.
Tiny Cat Pants 