Writing while intoxicated greatly reduces the urge for rewrites.
I've decided not to do that again. The last story I did that on, I killed off Clark. In front of Lois, no less. I was lucky my sister was co-writing with me and immediately decided to delete the last paragraph or so in which I'd done such a ghastly deed.
Oh, and I now have a total of 4153 words. Because I kept getting kicked off the computer all day by my sister and my dad, both separately and to work on something together.
I was home eating chocolate—cottage cheese. Chocolate flavoured cottage cheese. It's a new flav— I was doing my laundry. —Lois Lane
