Okay, I HATE writing to an outline. Just wanted to share that.

But . . .
The mailbox stayed painted and looks great.
The collage is coming together which should make rewriting this mess easier.
I did another 1000 words. Yes, I know I’m behind. I told you I hate this.

Some of us were just not born linear. Which is why we collaborate with people who were.

I swear, it feels as though this story is lurking just out of reach of my frontal lobe. I know it’s out there, I can see it moving around in the darkness, and yet . . .

Oh, well, tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.