A few paragraphs tonight. More drama needed. I’ve been watching ER reruns fairly religiously the last few months, and I admire there amazing ability to turn the beat around with some well-timed drama. I can only imagine the script writers sitting around with a scene and some senior writer saying, “Now, have her do THE EXACT OPPOSITE of what a normal person would do!” or “Now, MAKE THE PLACE EXPLODE.”
I caught a glimpse of the mother of migraines today, and must I say that is one ugly mother.
We are now up to 4500 words, and Chapter 02 is half-written. Hoorj!
- he wants it in the foyer,
where its bulk can catch the eye,
it’s heavy, ugly, cumbersome, and
seven-teen-feet-hiiiigh
