After a long and tiring day at work, I didn’t feel much like writing when I got home. I played with Kyle for a while, talked to my sister, Brenda, on the phone, and wrote a paltry 366 words. Just before I began, I decided to give the first-person perspective a shot, something I haven’t done since my Creative Writing class in college.
My novel has a working title, Yesterday’s Tomorrow, and now my protagonist has a name: Bannister Proulx.
Tomorrow will be better; you’ll see.