Monday, September 26, 2005
For the past several days, I've been dealing with a cold. I hadn't felt this bad in a long time. However, I still managed to get my ass to the computer and write. I pounded the keyboard, expecting to write useless junk, the same kind of crap I'd been writing for days, the kind of stuff that I knew I would cast off later. Then, suddenly, I managed to find a bit of conciousness for one of my characters. Suddenly, it became clear what she was about. For months, this female character was inconsequential. Now, she has a soul.