We're a month past the middle of the year. How are everyone's goals coming along?
I'd love to write all day today, but I have outside chores galore. Maybe when the day gets super hot I'll slink in and do some writing. It's not too much of a hassle, though. Butterflies galore out there, the hummingbirds providing entertainment via constant warfare, goldfinches flitting around the feeders--it's all good.
Last night Mark went out into a storm. I didn't do as much with it as I could have, so I may go back today and plump it up. It could be as much a symbolic event as a real one. No need to keep writing no matter what--that's one of the few nice things about editing as opposed to first draft writing. I give myself permission to go back and change things or rewrite scenes when that's what I feel like doing.
Today, in Mark's life, the party, where bad things will happen.