I spent a lot of time editing an important section today -- I'm trying to make a somewhat emotional conversation between two men not seem girly. I'm a girl, so that's been kind of a challenge so far.
I wrote about two pages of new stuff, but I also discovered that I am right Puritannical when it comes to writing about sex, and I have no idea why. There was way too much "pan over to the bedside lamp" in the scene I wrote today, and I know I'll go back tomorrow and be annoyed.
There was also a considerable scuffle in our parking lot today between a clearly early-Gen-X man with a mullet and a black '68 convertible and a dude in khakis and a white button-down. The argument seemed to be about who could yell "I don't give a shit" louder. I could almost hear the dueling banjos...
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