Yesterday I wrote 1308 words which brought my word count to 18 798 words. I needed 19 355. Now I need 20 968 words. I’m gonna die today.
Also: my imagination, for the first time ever, has kind of… dried up. This never happens to me. I’m famous for my imagination. Now, how to I know for sure that it’s dried up? Well, to fall asleep I always invent a story. As a writer, I love stories. And last night, I kind of couldn’t. This could have to do with the fact that my sister would not shut up, but still: it isn’t good.
I did end up having an interesting dream, involving a guy from my old school, alcohol, two others girls and one other guy (all random people I don’t know in real life) and me staying the night there. And that’s all I’m saying.