5/17 The Tasman Peninsula Preservation Society

That's the name of the new story-- the one I spent 6 god damn hours today working on. All I managed to do was tighten up the slop I have and figure out what my real problem is. Tomorrow I hope to fix those issues and have a real story that I can care about. Between writing all day and not drinking, I am worn the hell out. Thankfully, Sophie saved my life after the library with a glass of Shiraz to mellow me out. I was living so far inside my own head today that I was actually not making eye contact with people or finishing my sentences. Megan told me I looked sick. If I start twitching nervously, I'll know it's time to go lay on the beach and not write a word for a while.

Drink Count: 1

Joel actually reminds me of David in a whole lot of ways-- not just the dwarfesque stature.