I’m feeling like Charlie Brown. You know, when he’s running for the football and Lucy yanks it out of his way? He lands on his back yelling “Aaarrrggghhh”.
That’s where I am. Just call me Charlie Brown and currently, I’m running for the kick. Writing, writing, writing and not stopping. Purging my brain and writing my finger tips to the bone.
I’ve got to get to the 50k mark. I have to. It’s a moral imperative, or something…
Lordy, I hope I don’t miss the football this time.