I threw out the day's writing, not so much because it sucked (though it did) but because it pulled the narrative in directions I didn't want it to go.
So, that kinda sucked.
On the other hand, I had a great three-hour walk around the bay, down the beach, to the taco shop and grocery store, and back. So, that kinda rocked.
I'll take it. And I've got a fresh cup of coffee, so maybe I'll get some good words down yet. If not, well, I've still got happy sand between my toes.
So, that kinda sucked.
On the other hand, I had a great three-hour walk around the bay, down the beach, to the taco shop and grocery store, and back. So, that kinda rocked.
I'll take it. And I've got a fresh cup of coffee, so maybe I'll get some good words down yet. If not, well, I've still got happy sand between my toes.


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I love the gray seas of the Northern Atlantic. So moody and churlish. I haven't been to the Pacific in about 20 years. What color is the water where you live?