I haven't written as much today as yesterday, but I wrote more in less time. Something about writing in the presence of other writers keeps me focused on moving my fingers instead of spacing out or nitpicking. Result: 750 words per hour, a marked improvement over 600.
I definitely need a break every hour, though. On this gray and drizzly afternoon at the coffeeshop, there wasn't much to do for a break besides get up and go to the bathroom. So I did that. There was a very large, battered box propped against the wall opposite the toilet, and I briefly contemplated what it could contain. Old clothes? A body? Many, many rolls of toilet paper?
The answer, friends, was Christmas decorations.
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