A better day

Oct 17 , 2005
Better day today. After backing up a little, ie . . . dumping some pages, I got fifteen pages done, and we’re at 961 pages in total. I’m hoping the last sex scene is [...]
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Anxiety dreams, but not all mine

Oct 16 , 2005
I had anxiety dreams last night. Not my anxiety dreams. Anita’s anxiety dreams. I spent much of last night searching for my gun because I was going to have to report to the [...]
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Sick and frustrated

Oct 12 , 2005
The kiddo is home sick. She started with a fever on Sunday, and it was a 102.something a few minutes ago. Doctor says it’s a virus and you just have to let it run it’s [...]
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Gone Writing, be back soon

Oct 11 , 2005
I feel like I should just hang a sign on the blog, “Gone Writing, be back soon.” I think until the book is done, that the blog will be spotty, at best. Sorry. [...]
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Getting my butt kicked.

Oct 03 , 2005
The book is kicking my butt. Over nine hundred pages and the end is only a misty image on a horizon that no longer seems to get any closer. I’d planned on writing about how [...]
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Long

Sep 26 , 2005
Page 878, and no end in sight. If things keep up at this pace, and plot, this may be the longest Anita book ever. I may finally break that thousand page mark. Not a goal I ever [...]
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Blessing and Curse

Sep 23 , 2005
Anita has had one of those painful revelation moments. It’s either going to be an epiphany that changes completely how she looks at her life and the men in it, or [...]
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Done a little early, yea!

Sep 21 , 2005
Did four pages before lunch today. Nice change. I’m ending the day at 4:30 in the afternoon with 11 pages to my credit. Yea! Wrote most of the day to Christmas music of [...]
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Nearly ten and all is not well

Sep 20 , 2005
It is nearly ten o’clock at night. Jon and I just finished helping Trinity with her homework. She had scouts until 5:00, and we had to have dinner, but damn. It’s a [...]
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A disrupted day

Sep 20 , 2005
People are cutting through my living room wall. Saws, nail guns, loud shit. I am hiding up in my office, trying to escape the noise. God, I will be so glad when the addition is [...]
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