45.
45 for now. i might dive back in. get him out the window.
this is definitely about a knife.
i find that i write shit unless i sit upright in my chair. i guess what's the point if even i don't care about what i'm doing?
i think i had a breakthru today... we'll see. i needed another location. it was feeling all too claustrophobic. holding one note from halfway thru until the end. i think i've added another layer. we'll see.
i still feel like i'm running thru, just laying down the spine. i'm not sure i care for the specifics of what i'm putting down. i know i can and will change it, i just hope it doesn't fuck my head in at the moment. gotta remind myself that ALL first drafts are shit. no matter what anyone says... it ALWAYS sucks on the first go. if someone says otherwise... they're hiding the first draft somewhere.
45. i feel like i should be at 50.
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