January 13, 1981
I am starting to write a novel. It’s a love story-mystery wrapped into one. Hmm.
January 15, 1981
Today in shop I playfully threw a ruler at Reuben, and I hit him in the eye. I felt so bad. He looked like he was going to cry. I said “sorry” a couple of times but I still felt like a glass of win at an AA meeting. So dumb. (Sigh!)
P.S. I quit the novel.
For the past few months, I was attempting to write in the afternoons. But I realized my made-over home office gets morning sun, and morning sun activates my energy. So I’ve started writing in the mornings, and I’ve gotten more than 10,000 words down in the past week.