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15 March 2020

Song Mood: It’s my Life by Talk Talk and later remade by No Doubt.  I have no memory of the original and thought that the No Doubt version was an original song.  It’s weird for me that the 80’s radio station is now called the oldies when in my mind it is the 50’s and 60’s.  
Thankfully the radio station list names of the song and artist.  Like the time I listen to this Queen song and thought, you know that guy singing with them sounds a lot like David Bowie.  Sometimes there are gaps in my memory because most of the time I focus on the now to the point where I don’t remember things.  But if I talk with the right person, the memories get jogged in my head and I remember clearly and with detail.

So I figured out a couple of things this morning.  In one of the James Scott Bell books I’m reading, he said to write 350 words in the morning and 200 words at night and that will spark you to write and write more.  There were other exercises that go with it, but the main point thing is to just write and if you write 350 right away when you wake up, it will jump start the process.  Then at night if you write 200 words before you go to bed, it tells you that even if you are extremely tired that you are going to write anyways.  And that way you can’t say that you just don’t feel like writing because you wrote 200 in an extreme tiredness situation.
The other thing I thought of while I was on my walk was that I can have Kurt kidnap Milo.  That when Kurt sent men after Milo the first time, I just let Milo escape too easily.  So I will work on Milo being captured and with luck that will up my word count and make the story better.


It’s just strange to not go out and eat or go to coffee shops or to the library during the weekend.  It will not be too weird to work from home as I am used to writing at home.

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