Day Fourteen: Four Days Late

My friend Trey called me a little while ago, and said, "Dude, you know that 10,000 words is the length of a graduate paper that takes like three weeks to write, right?"

Oh, I know it know, dear friend, and 10,000 words I shall vanquish this day! To the left is a my pretty truck, taken from a pretty aggressive angle. I figured she deserved a picture, as she has played a somewhat lengthy role in the rough draft, thus far. Give her love. Where them words at?

Daily Goal: 2000

Thursday's Word Count: 2074

Surplus/Deficit: 74

J.W.B.: 1571

"Nights long gone, habits not so far away. Bad habits die so damn hard, if they do at all. He could keep them at bay, for a time, but they knew the loops holes, they knew where to get out. Replace them with better, healthier, more productive habits, and the more ancient habits mocked their tender, fragile nature, often mocked them to dust. He had help, needed all he could get. It had been three years, and the thoughts of what happened still floored him, hammered him flat as the Kansas skyline he was looked out over. There was more life here in these fields than he could see, of that he was sure, but he knew he could not find it without assistance. There was more life in those months than he remembered, it was not all hopeless drear, but he kept feeling like he needed help. He needed his journal, needed a guide, something to remind him of the goodness that was there, too. "