Okay, so that wasn’t that bad. It didn’t go as quickly as yesterday, but it also wasn’t as dense. I felt myself letting up a little and loosening the reins. More dialogue today, which is relief. It’s nice to have people talk – structure becomes less of a constraint and you get a little more breathing room. I was kind of hoping to get around 4,000 words total today, but as of right now I am just too distracted by the election. It’s difficult to get into a scene when you’re obsessively refreshing the New York Times. How is it people’s memories are so short?
I’ll probably write a little more tonight, and maybe get the fancy ajax counter set up. There’s just so much you can say about the current state of a grocery store in New York fuckin’ City.
Random sentences:
They have no marketing!
Any Joe would do, she insisted, it was just that the lines were a little more bearable at this one.
“On the bright side, I cannot believe this granola is so cheap. And let’s see, if I make $150 an hour, that makes it cost just $103.45. I guess it has dried cranberries.”
It occurred to her that the significance of his retracing her route through the store was likely a sentimental calculation on his part, to show how similar they were even though they had drifted apart.
