...of words. Last week brought words, more than I've had in a while. I don't know what it is. I've never completely stopped writing, but I've been trudging along lately. In the past week, I've added scenes, fixed my outline (thought that's still not done) and changed a character's name. (Character names are a big deal to me.)
'Was there a blush in his cheek or was that the chill wind?'
I'm thinking about the story all the time and I love it. I'm loving it more and more. I want to write it more and more. That should be the feeling, right?