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Stopping Point

Page 50.

That’s all I’m gonna get today.

You know it; I know it; we all know it.

I have to be happy with page 50…

Okay, so page 50.

Will someone carry me home now? I’ve reached page 50 and I’m too tired to walk.

13 thoughts on “Stopping Point

  1. page 50 is a lot! i know that you aimed for more, but pat yourself on the back. i’d carry you home (or at least put you in a wheelbarrow and wheel you home) if i could!

  2. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. That’s how I feel the next morning, but I’m going back in for more.

    I have to turn in text for 80 pages by Friday. Problem is, with a full-time job I can only count on getting real work done on the weekends. Once I write to the end of this, it’s still a first draft and will need to be read over and line-edited. (I don’t think it’s very good right now, and I’m nervous.)

  3. Stay where you are, I will be right there. With a grocery cart full of pillows.

    See? I know about these things.

    Please say this building you’re in has an elevator.

  4. Hang in there! You have an internet full of writing cheerleaders who are totally chanting your name!! Instead of pom-poms we have uhm. Pencils! And literature!

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