There Are People With Problems Everywhere You Go.

I really do feel accomplished. I finally managed to turn my first eight page soliloquy into four pages of dialogue. I got rid of the suicide letter concept, figuring that it was far too complex to integrate into the whole of the novel and overall just not worth it to me, so I will save that for a short story exclusive. Now it's just cleaning up the next tweleve pages littered with references to the damn things. But, progress is coming along well, I really do feel amazed that after almost three years of procrastinating, it's finally started again.

Word Count for the Night: 8,033