Day Three: Thunderstorm

Intro taken from the notes on my phone:

I look like death, but that’s probably nothing a little lipstick can’t fix, a testament to my southern upbringing. The storm stopped enough for me to get to town easily, the eighteen folded up packing boxes in the back of my car only obstructing my vision a little. I got here earlier than I had planned, my hair frizzy and under eyes without concealer, because dad needed the boxes hours earlier than I thought last night.

I had to grab moments to write today, and wasn’t really all that successful. I didn’t meet the average word count goal, but I’m still above the line for now.

Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 9.57.05 PM

Words (today): 414

Words (total): 4528

Pages (total): 9

Nothing on this blog is included in my word count. 

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