Of course it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I wrote half a page on Monday. Half a page on Tues. Then I gave up.
I know this will sound like an excuse, and it is, of course, but there was another death in my life. I’m not going to write about it here as I have some others because this person was not a writer.
Her death colored my whole week. I am left as the keeper of the secret.
Tomorrow I’m going to the movies as I do on many Fridays. Monday I’ll try again to make some headway on this novel. TRY.