I didn't get much writing done yesterday. I had a headache the size of Miami, mostly due to tension. I didn't take any medication, because I was trying to identify with my main character. It didn't really work. I didn't get much out of it, except pain.
I'm also still not satisfied with how the writing is coming. It seems like every time I get done with one scene I go "Oh thank god, onto the next scene, which will be more exciting." I hope not much of this ends up being cut.
Labels: Black Hole Son