Day 99.1: A Weak Uplift

[sunshowerdandelion]

I wrote alright this morning! I felt that strange uplift, that obsession with the writing along with the anxiety that makes for good fiction (in my case). However, work intervened and I lost the uplift in the evening, so the writing turned to faffing around again. Tomorrow I'll endeavor to do better.

Edit: I bought $100 worth of Alice Munro books.