The Bad-Writing Fairy

I think the bad-writing fairy visited me today, because today my writing stinks. I don't know why; it could be because my allergies are acting up, making me feel half-dead. It could just be my perception - I've had times before when I sat down and wrote and thought what I was writing was horrible, only to find later that that part was nearly indistinguishable from the rest of the story - but either way, it feels like everything I write today is terrible.
Despite this, I've written nearly 3000 words on Nothing So Pure today. I just keep telling myself that it's better to get the story out, even if it stinks, and that I can fix it in the rewrite. But I'm going to dread rereading this chapter after the novel is done.





