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5 December 2019 I Should Be Writing

Today has been a struggle.  A struggle at work, where I work for 9 hours.  And a struggle to stay away when I got home from my walk.  It’s like I drink endless amounts of coffee and still feel like drifting off to sleep.  I told myself that I was going to change and get stuff done tonight.  But when I got home, I wanted to do nothing.  So, I’m writing this blog.  I should set a timer for when I’m viewing social media.
I need to start working on a ghost story.  Then after I finish the rough draft of that, start working on editing and rewriting the novella I started this fall.  
I want to write a few stories of Milo DeFord aka the Marquis de Avery.  Where he has an argument with his younger friend Glum.  Where he returns six months his time and six years hers back to our earth.  And she is so happy to see him, but he has been to several different worlds and he is too focused on saving the world to note her concern for him.
I want to write a story about a hawk nosed girl who is actually a witch who bewitches a guy who is a monster.  And a society who dislikes them because they are a May December couple if anything else but she is a witch and he is a monster.
I asked around for ideas for a ghost story.  One of my friends gave me an idea that was similar to mine.  The only trouble was the set up of the idea would take several scenes and would best be suited as a novella when I just want to do a short story like M.R. James, but not as antiquated.

I don’t know, I’m just really tired.  I was woken up by a not so quiet person around 5am a few days in a row and that sapped my energy for the last several days.  I don’t know, I think I’m cursed.  Because there is a lot loud noises all the time I can’t sleep properly and therefore focus properly and focus long enough to write something.  And something that people would actually want to read.

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