i’ve been staring at the same set of lines since friday afternoon and i keep adding misc comments and not-good-enough dialogue for this blip of a scene.
i know i have more to say before i can go further, and the flow needs to work out before i can get there - otherwise i scrap 250 words and lament and i’m back at square one.
i spent the weekend with my little seastah watching horror movies & bobs burgers and the 3.5 hr drive back this morning was spent on blueberry iced coffee and fighting my spiral.
now that i’m back with my meows and my own bed, all i can think of is how will i get by this.
and a proper nap.
















