Exact count: 31,908
It was hard to write the last few days, as you can guess. My boyfriend interrupted me on Friday night at 11pm, I barely made the 2,000 words that night.
Yesterday, I spent the whole day, not wanting to write, how could I be so selfish, when people had died so horrendously.
I have asked myself ‘What is the point?’ a lot this weekend. The answer, to live for the little things. Hitting my 2,000 words each day is one of those ‘little things’ for me.